On Friday, we went into the city in search for tasty treats and the Cat Cafe. Our own cat Stitches has been in disfavour ever since he used Ella's suitcase and Scott's cable bag as his litter box. He is frequently rejected from time inside, and given short shrift.
Needless to say, after time spent with about a dozen well fed, smug and happy cats at this cafe near the Queen Vic Market, we felt sooo guilty that we have neglected him, and we have altered our attitude to be better cat caretakers.
The Cat Cafe is a cool idea that has already taken off in highly populated places around the world like Japan, Taiwan, and Europe. And why not? This is a cat person's heaven. Don't have a cat? come here, buy a coffee and a snack and sit and chill with the animals.
Winter
Most of the residents appeared to be in siesta when we visited, but there were a few active or semi-active types around ready to check out a rattle toy for a few seconds before settling back to sleep someplace else.
Clara
I want to call him X-box, but I don't think that's this one's name.....
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