Follow

Some loves transcend death, and so it was Lola.

Every day, she waited in the window for her owner, her tail clacking against the windowsill.

When she heard a car pull up, she would clatter down from the sill, then run for the front door with a sound like a dull xylophone.

She would greet them by twining her ribcage around their legs.

And when she settled on their lap, she would knead a little too spikily, but in a different way than she had in life.

Β· Web Β· 2 Β· 2 Β· 13

This microfiction written in response to this week's poll.

If you enjoyed it and are willing/able, please consider supporting me on or .

Aiming for my first patreon goal of $20!

@chimericalgirls I'm glad you think so! I don't know why, but I've always been taken by the idea of a skeleton cat. :blobheartcat:

Sign in to participate in the conversation
Toot Planet

The Planet is a small, unrestrictive community, and a customized Mastodon server. We have certain features that don't exist on most mastodon servers, such as being able to post to only other members of this server.

We welcome anyone who wants to come join and whatever language you speak! If you're a creative type, queer, a nerdy enthusiast of Something, you'll definitely feel right at home, but we're proud to be a friendly and welcoming community.

Toot Planet does not keep local image archives more than a year after posting. Don't use social media as a media archive!