Colour tattoo of the cartoon character Stitch sitting on grass with the word Ohana in red script below, on a calf.

Stitch cartoon tattoo on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

A bold, colour cartoon tattoo of the blue character Stitch, shown seated with an open mouth, large eyes, pink ears and a tag on a collar, with a paw print and green grass beneath. The shading is smooth with dark outlines, and the word Ohana in red script sits underneath. The design fills the frame against a black background, with the calf cropped at the top and bottom.

Neo-trad Calf Stitch Cartoon character Ohana Lettering Paw print Grass

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ruth,

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The thing in the hay barn has eaten two bales of the good straw and most of a pair of Dad's gloves, and we have not yet decided whether it is a dog, a fox or something the Ministry would want to hear about. Mum says it is a dog. Nell says it is hers, because she found it under the feed trough on the morning of the first frost with its big pink ears folded flat, shivering as if somebody had left it out on purpose. It wears a tag on a yellow collar that none of us can read, and it sits like a loaf with its mouth wide open, grinning at the lambs as though they owe it money.

Dad wanted it gone by the weekend. Then the fox got into the hens, and the blue thing went after it across the top field, all teeth and no sense, and came back with a feathered mess in its jaws that it had no intention of giving up. Dad stood in the yard with the torch for a long time and said nothing. Then he went in and fetched the old tartan blanket off the Land Rover seat.

Nell has been writing its name on the kitchen window in red wax crayon, so the glass looks like a warning. She says the word means family, and that the card she's pinned above the sink says nobody gets left behind. I told her that was a lot to ask of a creature that eats gloves. She told me to mind my own business and that I'd understand when I came home at Christmas, which is a cheek from a girl of nine.

This morning the frost on the top field had a line of small prints running out to the gate and back, four toes and a pad each. At the gate they stopped and turned round. Dad reckons it has been checking the fence. So has Nell, every hour since breakfast. I'll post this on Monday. Come home for Christmas, and bring your wellies, because we have a guest.

Love, Jo