A tortoiseshell cat with sharp yellow-green eyes sits upright at a polished wooden table, a lit cigar held between its paws and a ribbon of smoke curling up into the lamplight. It wears a textured tweed jacket and waistcoat. A glass of whiskey with a single ice cube and a dark bottle labeled Black Cat Reserve stand in front of it.

Behind the cat, men in fedoras and dark suits sit hunched in red leather booths. A brass pendant lamp throws a warm pool of light over the scene, and a gilt-framed mirror hangs on the brick wall. The thick, visible brushwork and deep shadows give the room a smoky, noir feel with a wry sense of humor.