Well, I must apologise in advance as to the size of this post, but there were just so many fucking beasts in this place, and It's my party and I'll meow if I want to, right?
This was the sign outside that first caught my attention, then I realised we were there - the holy grail.
You have to take off your shoes, and they give you cat themed slippas. This works for me on several levels. (I immediately purchased my own pair)
This is the cat menus. You get a little rundown of each fluff (male on one side, female on other) after you get shown to your table, plus a free drink on entry. I had a peach iced tea.
Here follows some cat portraits I made:
Although very few people actually sit in their alotted seat (the middle of the floor is just full of young girls rolling around in a cat frenzy).. If you do, a furry friend may visit on their own terms. I did this as I was kind of overwhelmed at first and sat supping my iced tea and prayed for acceptance. After 5 mins or so, this was my first buddy. His name is Jerry, and he's an Abyssinian (sorrel) and was born in June 2008 (I read that on the menu)
Apparently he is "Affection - expression" and "climb the shoulder and bite"
I liked him a great deal.
Also a total radster, although couldnt keep still for pics and actually did some shoulder climbing too.
I will say that as a concept, Cat Cafe's are great. It's designed for modern young apartment-dwelling urbanites who aren't allowed a fur of their own, although however nice it is to hang out with a hundred cats, it just doesn't equate to coming home to the greeting of you own best friend at the door.
That being said, Pegs and I will be in Tokyo this time next week, and if you thought this post was large, as Bachman Turner Overdrive put it. 'You aint seen nothin yet'.