My cat and I sat at a great table by the window, the views were fabulous. The cat was thrilled to be there, you could really see the joy in his face.
The waitress came to take our order.
The “Cat” special for the day was Filet Mignon or a Salmon Fillet. (This special includes a half hour cat massage and a cat facial)
“Mr. Whiskers, do you want the Steak or Salmon?
Tap your paw once for steak, twice for salmon.
Ok, blink your eyes once for steak, twice for salmon.
Ok, turn your head left for steak, right for salmon.”
Clearly, the cat either doesn’t understand the waitress, or doesn’t care if he eats steak or salmon. We order the salmon, all the other cats eating salmon seemed very happy with their choices.
Why is the waitress looking at ME like I’m a mental patient who escaped the ward? I’m not the one working at the Cat Café and Spa, I’m not the one walking around asking cats if they want steak or fish. Really, if I’m willing to spend fifty dollars taking my cat on a date, I shouldn’t be judged.
Suffice it to say, I didn’t meet anyone, oddly enough, those people who take cats out on dates to fancy restaurants, aren’t looking to meet people. They have all they need, their cat.