[ There's probably some sort of conflict of interest here in visiting another cafe in the same area, seeing as she works at one, but like...this one has cats, okay. Hers doesn't. She's also in no way projecting her feelings towards the currently-estranged cat person in her life out on these cats by letting them crawl all over her like she's a cat tree. It's fine.
One of the cats is making biscuits on her face when she flags down Mr. Nasty Crimeboy as he walks by. He looks like he works here. ]
Pardon. What sort of cats are these? Magic, I assume, but...?
that place with the cats and the coffee, prob early june
One of the cats is making biscuits on her face when she flags down Mr. Nasty Crimeboy as he walks by. He looks like he works here. ]
Pardon. What sort of cats are these? Magic, I assume, but...?