Dear Pi-kins,
Oh yes, I did.
Oh yes, I did.
I went to a cat café.
Now, before you start sharpening your cat-claws, let me explain. It was after a long day of touristing. I was headed back to my hotel when I passed a sign for a cat café. I'm in a foreign country, Pi-kins, and I've never been to a cat café before. When one is in a foreign country, one has a responsibility to try new things. So I went in.
Upon arrival, I was asked to take my shoes off and put on a pair of café-provided slippers, then clean my hands with sanitizer. As soon as I took my seat, this mop ambled up and collapsed in a heap on the table beside me. I decided to call her Evangeline. Those rosy cheeks are completely serious.
Now, before you start sharpening your cat-claws, let me explain. It was after a long day of touristing. I was headed back to my hotel when I passed a sign for a cat café. I'm in a foreign country, Pi-kins, and I've never been to a cat café before. When one is in a foreign country, one has a responsibility to try new things. So I went in.
Upon arrival, I was asked to take my shoes off and put on a pair of café-provided slippers, then clean my hands with sanitizer. As soon as I took my seat, this mop ambled up and collapsed in a heap on the table beside me. I decided to call her Evangeline. Those rosy cheeks are completely serious.
This... object... was next to arrive. She leapt up on my table and demanded kitty treats NOW. She claimed to be a cat, not a bald, overgrown chinchilla, but I wasn't convinced. I called her Socket.
This also happened. Meet Phineas and his ears.
This one. Man alive. Look at that face. And those tufts of fur between his toes. He crawled onto my lap and let me stroke his soft back and I wanted to keep him for my own. His name is Möbius, and you’d like him. You and he would be cat-buddies, Pi-kins.
It was pretty quiet in the café. There were only a couple other people, perhaps because it was about 9.oo on a Tuesday night. The place was strewn with cardboard boxes, scratching posts, cat houses, cat perches, and cat castles. Some of the cats were sleeping, some were playing with each other, some were climbing, some were lying on my backpack, and some were searching my person for treats.
Here's the thing, though, Pi Crust. Out of all those cats, the black ones and stripey ones and rosy-cheeked ones and tufts-between-the-toes ones, not one was willing to crawl up onto my shoulder and snuggle into my neck. So don't you worry about Evangeline, Phineas, or Möbius. Definitely don't worry about Socket. You're still my favourite furball.
Love and tuna,
Your Human
Love and tuna,
Your Human