Cat Cafe!

Tashu

17 March 2017

Nothing else we did today matters because we went to the London Cat Village.

Seventeen cats, most of them asleep, tea and pastries among the prevalent aroma of pipi de chat, and all the moggies you can play with in an hour.

As soon as we were shown our downstairs table, this fella climbed onto my lap:

He soon found something better to do. Jack and I got up to take pictures of the pile of sleepers under a lamp near the kitchen:

And then, along came Elmo.

This kitten purred and kneaded and talked and got his fuzz all over us.

There was cake and scones somewhere in here before Tashu, a purebred Bengal, arrived and busied himself with batting a hair tie around the floor. I helped.

 

Meanwhile, Fred found a lap at the next table and stayed there:

Nunu found one too.

Then our hour was over. I took a few more pictures on our way out.

 

The political posters around the corner are worth a mention.