I love being arty in cafes, with my fine-liner pen, sketchpad and Americano. It has become a bit of a habit recently. Twice a week now I find myself drawn to cafes in town so I can sit and pretend be arty and intellectual, sipping at my Americano, occasionally checking my phone. In fact I get a headache on the days I don’t do succumb to the lure of real coffee and people.
Coffee and sketching – bliss, or so it seemed
I was perfectly happy with this routine, embracing it even, until I found out about this place. Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium, which is not even quite open yet, is going to combine coffee (and a chance to be arty) with my other favourite thing – cats! I think this is a brilliant idea.
Missing element to my current coffee routine – cats
If only I lived in London. I’d be there twice a week, at least, with my sketchpad and fine-liner pen (to draw cats as well as customers). I think my home town needs a cat cafe. If I didn’t have a day job and a college course I’d try to persuade my husband that we could open one. It would draw the arty farty people in. It would sell the best coffee. There’d be books as well as cats to amuse the customers (my other great love). The cakes would be legendary. It would be a big success. I just know it. Oh well. Maybe one day.
I think my cat would enjoy being the queen of a cat cafe
I’m sure, if he were still alive and lived nearby, Louis Wain, the man who paints cats, would come to my cafe. I know he would.
This cat would definitely come to my cafe