My apologies (not really) for this very image heavy post. I don’t even have enough words in my vocabulary to describe how much excitement I experienced entering this fantastic establishment that was given to the world straight from God himself. Going to a cat cafe has been on my bucket list since I learned they existed on this planet, and it has finally been scratched off the list. Walking down the stairs, I could feel my palms sweat, my pulse quicken, and my breathing become labored as I imagined all the kitties running around just a few short feet below me. It’s amazing I didn’t pass out. I struggled to remove my shoes, slipped on the provided slippers, ordered a latte, and wheezed a whole lot.
I look rather calm and collected here, with my happy little smile, gently petting the cat snuggled up against my leg, but in reality I was screaming inside and willing myself to never leave this place ever. Could I sleep on the floor with the cats? Please, let me sleep on the floor with the cats.
Truly a dream come true! The Scottish fold/munchkin mix that hung around me the whole time was dubbed Potato Junior and when I got up, she cried. I also cried. Everyone cried. I tried to take pictures of many different cats, but they always move around so it’s hard to get clear shots of them. I was also so ecstatic that it was hard to keep myself still, let alone the camera.
I guess I should describe a little about how the cat cafe works too, shouldn’t I? Well, you enter and place a drink order. You can also order food/treats for the cats, which makes them all swarm to you and then you can die happily as you feed them. The cafe also gives you a big pancake with chocolate sauce on the house, which I thought was pretty awesome, although I was so enamored with the cats that I didn’t even bother to take a bite of it. 100/10, would go back.
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