[Don’t worry, guys, I’m not writing about girl parts again. You can safely read on.]
I was walking down a dubious looking street in Gyeongju today, when I happened upon this sign. I still can’t read Korean–it all looks like spiders on ice skates and Spaghetti O’s to me–but those kitty cartoons and the prices caught my attention. A lot of the restaurants here use signs like this to promote their menu items, with cutesy cartoons of the animals whose meat they serve, instead of pictures of the dishes. And I know there are some places in Korea that serve a dog meat stew, so, my heart verily stopped at the possibility that this sign was for a restaurant serving kitty cat fricassee.
Out of morbid curiosity, I peeked through the doorway to see if I could get confirmation one way or the other, and I saw this pink plaque on the stairway for “Cat Cafe Cat Town” on the second floor. Hmm…the name doesn’t reveal enough. The beef restaurant across the street was called “Beef House Korean Beef Restaurant,” so this could totally still be a cat restaurant. Just to make sure, I went up the stairs, and opened the door to find….
Abyssinians, Bengals, Persians, Siamese, Russian Blues, they had them all. Fat kitties, svelte kitties, boy kitties, girl kitties, longhaired kitties, short haired kitties, kitties, kitties, kitties of every kind!
These were some of the sweetest, most affectionate kitties I’ve ever encountered, too. I am a cat person, so I know the value of kitty love. Cats don’t hand it out indiscriminately, like dogs do. Dogs are very emotionally slutty, but cats–especially well-fed cats, like these–don’t generally bestow their purry gifts on just anyone. [Now, don’t be sending me hate mail, dog people. I love dogs, too. I just calls it like I sees it, and you know I’m right–dogs are the easy girls of the animal high school. Nothing wrong with that.]
But these babies were so friendly and curious, they just hopped up next to me and started going through my purse as soon as I came in and sat down. Everyone had to have a sniff through my bag, and then sit in it for a while.
This little Abyssinian guy was so pushy, he crawled up my arm, burrowed through my hair, and settled in on my shoulder to purr in my ear. Oh, that is my favorite sound in the whole world! That is the sound of contentment, right there. I was in heaven.
This sweet little Russian Blue kitty threw himself into my arms and snuggled in with his belly up to be rubbed. There was a Himalayan girl kitty on my lap, and the Abyssinian on my shoulder…I was in the middle of a kitty cat three-way love fest, and I couldn’t have been happier.
That’s when it hit me. They were hustling me, those kitties were. I was in a kitty cat hostess bar! A feline “room salon,” as it were. It was their job to act all cute, and purr and rub on me, and tease me with the promise of their rare kitty love, just to get me to stay longer and order more coffee at 7,000 Won a pop (that’s roughly $7 USD). Those wiley minxes. Well…I’ll still take it. I do have my needs, after all.