Aberdeen has succumbed to the latest trend of “cat cafes.” As a cat lover, I had to see it for myself.
The main cafe space was a pussy paradise of climbing walls, soft cat beds and toys. Some cats were sleeping, a not to be disturbed sign on their frozen features, the house rules strictly prohibiting the picking up of resting cats. However others were more lively, playing with the visitors, happy witnesses to a private feline party of fun, frolics and feline antics.
Two friends hug as they share a dream of feline heaven.
Zues enjoyed serious fun with a ball, showing off his skill to an enchanted audience.
Even the crockery was feline in nature, a venue where the smallest touches were stitches in a feline tapestry of indulgent delight.