Two colour cartoon cat tattoos on the calves of a person sitting in a bath of foam, one orange lion cub and one pale cat with a red bow, both upside down.

Two cartoon cat tattoos on lower legs

Calf · Mixed · Photo

Two cartoon animal tattoos are shown on the lower legs of a person in a bath of suds. The left leg carries an orange cartoon lion cub and the right leg carries a pale cat with a red bow, both drawn upside down with bold black outlines and flat fills. A small black heart tattoo is partly visible at the top edge of the right leg.

Calf Lion cub Cat Cartoon Bow Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

"Hold the lamp steady, Nell, or the lion comes out with a squint," said Ambrose Pike, who had painted the booths on Margate's Harbour Arm since before the railings went up. He hung head down from the top rung, one heel hooked over the rail, because the lower board was the only space left and the sign would not paint itself. Below him the cub was already half finished: orange as a marmalade jar, mane a tidy spiral, its tail going the wrong way for a lion. Ambrose said the public never checked.

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Nell held the lamp and watched the cat take shape on the next board. Mrs Lusk, who owned the Gallery of Shows, had asked for a pale cat with a red bow to match the cub, so Ambrose gave her cream fur, pink ears and a bow the colour of a pillar box. She had a smug, well-fed look, and Nell decided she was the sort of cat who had never once been asked to do anything. "Her eyes are too sad for a bow," Nell said. "Cats in bows are always sad," said Ambrose. "The ribbon sits too tight at the neck."

Mrs Lusk came down the boards at four with a letter in her hand. The booth had been sold to a man from Rhyl, and it was to go on the Monday train with the cub and the cat painted upside down, because the new owner wanted them hung that way round to show the cash box was full. Ambrose climbed down, wiped his hands on his trousers and looked at the sea for a long moment.

On Monday, Nell stood on the pier end and watched the booth roll off towards the station. Ambrose had painted the two of them so that from the far rail, where the sea gulls sat, the lion and the cat read the right way up after all.