The Cat House

The other day, I finally made it to the Cat Cafe (thanks Dru!) where, for a fee, you can (in theory) pet a cat while you enjoy a nice cold drink. I found the whole experience quite depressing. The cats were surly and clearly unhappy. One just walked around the perimeter of the cafe meowing mournfully. None of the cats wanted to be pet, and the cat-fans who filled the space followed them around with toys and pleading voices to no avail, looking ecstatic if they were able to gently stroke a cat's foot and it did not run away. It felt like cat prostitution for masochists. I left early and did not finish my drink.

Then I had dinner and a nice walk home at dusk.