The pastel-coloured interior of the soon-to-be hot spot in Bethnal Green is any pussy lover’s dream! With faux-vintage furnishings, more cat toys than you can shake at a herd of kitties, cat cushions and a cat wheel (!), this is the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon.
Not sure how A would get along in this cafe, given that she seems to possess a preternatural ability to spot the minutest hair in her breakfast whenever I make it. (I should point out that it’s either cat hair that she has transferred to her breakfast herself, having given Tiger a morning cuddle, or she’s being paranoid.)