1. Quivering butt, ready to pounce:
“Experts” say: Cats wiggle back and forth to position themselves for the perfect attack.
The truth: Cats have satellite transmitters in their butts and must periodically recalibrate to receive transmissions from their home planet.
2. Rolling back and forth on the carpet:
“Experts” say: Your cat is showing submission or inviting you to play.
The truth: Your cat ate some bad Thai food and is writhing in pain. Stop feeding it so much Pad See Ew.
A cat café is a theme café whose attraction is cats that can be watched and played with. Patrons pay a cover fee, generally hourly, and thus cat cafés can be seen as a form of supervised indoor pet rental. Cat cafés are quite popular in Japan, with Tokyo being home to at least 39 cat cafés. The popularity of cat cafés in Japan is attributed to many apartments forbidding pets, and to cats providing relaxing companionship in what may otherwise be a stressful and lonesome urban life. Other forms of pet rental, such as rabbit cafes, are also common in Japan
Good afternoon there fellow feline. Enjoying a nice bit of sun, aren’t you? Let me join you. Our human works fairly well as a food dispenser lately, doesn’t he? Walk in front of him, break the eye contact with his glowing box, and chances are he’ll get up and feed you. It works wonders.
But on to the matter at hand. I overheard a most amusing rumor today. You know how our human tends to be out of the house during most of the day? It seems he spends his day in a building, staring at another glowing box. Not because he wants to, but because some other human tells him to. No, I don’t really know what the difference is, but I’ve been told that the glowing box in here is for fun, while the glowing box in the other building is not fun. Perhaps the other one is already deceased, while this one is still alive.
Anyway – and here’s the crux of the matter – the human in the other building gives him food for looking at the glowing box. Not just people food either, cat food too. The fellow I heard it from – Snookums from down the street – assured me his human acquires car food as well. I told him that’s the silliest jibber-jabber I’ve heard all week. Yet, he insists. He also speculated that the fun glowing box would not work if the human does not stare at the boring glowing box for eight hours a day, but he wasn’t entirely sure of this himself.
Needless to say, I left him to his mad ravings – poor ol’ chap must be starting to lose his marbles – and came down here to enjoy this exquisite spot of sunlight.