To Tattoo or Not To Tattoo?

That may not be THE most important question nagging at me right now but I’m certainly mulling it over.

I’m pretty sure most tattoos have personal meaning and value for the inked ones. They typically reflect an important event, an occasion, a loved one.  Otherwise, well, why do all that?  It’s gotta hurt.  Even the little ones.

My purpose in getting a tattoo would be different.  And may even seem a tad bit warped and macabre.

Here’s my thinking:  If the day should come when I wander off, all by myself, and get lost, I hope that my family will come looking for me.  They’ll call the cops for help and, at the very top of the list of things the cops will want to know is:  “Does she have any identifying marks?”

Sure, she got lots of ’em.  She’s got scars, a missing tooth, a limp, but wouldn’t it be more fun to describe her “tats” rather than all that?  Don’t you think the cops would be more inclined to go looking for an old lady with really cool tattoos on her hands?  Her arms?  Her neck?  I do.  If that’s not a good reason to get a tattoo, then I simply don’t know what is.

Now, the question is what shall I have tattooed?  Cats, I think.  Cats are cool.  I’ll probably just do some cats.