We went to the brand new cat cafe tonight and it was a major disappointment: stale, unappetizing food, incompetent (and sort of rude) staff, not enough cats, not enough space. I was really looking forward to this being awesome, but not so much. They just opened this weekend, so maybe things will get better with time. Freya is going back next weekend with her mom, so I’m looking forward to hearing if it gets better.
Just another reason to go to Tokyo. I hear their cat cafes are epic.
She’s upset with me for not coming home last night, and now I’m hearing all about it.
My cat puked on my bed. She watched me clean it up and get back into bed.
Then she jumped onto the floor, puked again, and watched me clean it up with a look of what appeared to be triumph.
So that’s how my night is going.
There are so many stray kittens running around the resort and I just want to cuddle them all. They’re too damn quick though. *sad face*
You know what’s weird? Having a conversation with your ex-husband, on what used to be your wedding anniversary, about his dating prospects. But it is also awesome, because I’m grateful to have such an easy going, friendly relationship with him after all that has happened. His happiness is important to me.
My kid starts kindergarten this week. What?!
My associate started today. Again…what?!
Somehow, in the great pet debate, we have come down to the following options for cats: Nebelung, Russian Blue, (orange) Siberian Cat, and a Siberian Husky. Which of these does not belong? Oh and everyone decided that, regardless of what we end up with, I have to clean up all the poop. *sigh*
Is there a bright side to poop? Maybe I need to rethink the blog title.
But man…I love the hell out of them.