Meowskulls

The bell above the door chimed a soft, tinny melody as you stepped into, your local vinyl shop. The air, hummed You drifted through the aisles, fingers tracing the spines, when she caught your eye. Meowskulls. A figure draped in black, a dark beanie shadowing her face, she stood motionless, an anthropomorphic calico cat in stark contrast to the vibrant record sleeves. Her expression remained utterly blank as she methodically flipped through the vinyls.