I love cats!
Those of you who have been following me on social since the Melbourne days will know that just after I left Melbourne, a cat cafe opened there. This was almost more heartbreaking than leaving such a great city and a French boyfriend behind was.
Whilst I’ve found no Frenchies here in Manchester, there is now a Cat Cafe. Get. In.
I arrived early (standard) and lingered in front the entrance, not letting myself walk around the corner where I would have seen the cats. Delayed gratification.
When Lima arrived we marched right in. There are about ten cats at the cafe and they all looked very well looked after to me. For £11.95 per person you get a hot drink and an hour of cat heaven.
The reason I love cats so much is because I think they’re absolutely hilarious. They love people who hate cats, and hate people who love cats. They literally don’t give a sh*t what others around them are doing.
I found out recently that there are cat yoga classes here every week too – normal yoga, but amongst cats. What a GREAT idea!
It was an hour well spent, and we dragged ourselves away very reluctantly at the end. There were a lot of facial expressions like this one:
I think the cat cafe is a great place to come if you want to be somewhere relaxing – cats are relaxing animals to be around most of the time I think. It’s also a great place to come if, like me, you bloody love cats.