Today my daughter and I spent an hour or so at the Cat Café in Melbourne’s CBD.
Hidden away in Guildford Lane, it has two stories of cats roaming as they like.
It’s a charming place. Caringly run, the feline residents (all re-homed from refuge situations) are well cared for and unstressed by the 18 or so strangers who visit each hour.
Drinks and snacks are basic, but you’re there for the cats.
Fellow visitors ran the range from a couple very, very emotional cat enthusiasts to one younger lady who had never petted a cat before.
My daughter commented there wouldn’t be any need to visit a cat café in our home town because we already have a cat.
But when you’re away from home and miss some feline company it hits the spot.
How many cats? (And thinking of the one special cat at home)