Coffee and cat biscuits in Eastbourne
Ruby Windus enjoys a break with the friendly cats at The Mad Catter Cat Cafe in Eastbourne
I was stood outside in the drizzling rain peering up at the baby pink sign that read “The Mad Catter Café ”. Amused by the cat in a suit on the sign, I stepped inside before more rain could trickle down my back.
I entered and wiped my feet on the mat. There were light pink walls with a marshmallow white trim around it on the floor and ceiling. The wallpaper was striped in pink and yellow. But more extraordinary than the decor, were the cats - who were everywhere.
There where hammocks and cat climbers all around which had cats scattered all over them.
I was greeted by a waitress who asked for my reservation and then led me to a round table, in the corner of the café. I sat in the most secluded chair in the very corner. There was one cat above me in a hammock . He was brown with little white and orange splotches. He seemed peaceful as he slept.
The waitresses handed me a menu and as I peered at my options a sense of warmth swept over me.
I looked at the wall, which had all the cats' pictures with their names below them. They had been edited to look like kings and queens and looked adorable!
The cat above me was called Milo. He had woken up by now and was climbing down the wooden steps that had been attached to the wall. He sat by my feet, clearly interested in who I was. That soon past though as he decided my shoe laces were tasty and he chewed on them forgetting I was even there.
The waitress came over and took my order. I got a cappuccino and biscuits. There was a design of little whiskers and a nose on the foam of my cappuccino and my biscuits were shaped into cats and designed to look like the different cats at the cafe. They were on a small plate with the same pink swirls as the mug. They almost looked too good to eat.
As I ate I caught the attention of two other little cats. One was completely black and the other was white with black splotches on his head. They came over to me, sniffing to see if there were any crumbs spare for them as I drank my coffee.
The white one - called Toast - sat on the chair opposite me like a companion. I stroked his back and he purred profusely enjoying the attention.
I drunk my drink with Toast always looking hopeful for me to share my biscuits, and then I stacked my cup and plate together when I was finished. A cat cafe is truly a unique experience.
Ruby Windus, Year 9
I was stood outside in the drizzling rain peering up at the baby pink sign that read “The Mad Catter Café ”. Amused by the cat in a suit on the sign, I stepped inside before more rain could trickle down my back.
I entered and wiped my feet on the mat. There were light pink walls with a marshmallow white trim around it on the floor and ceiling. The wallpaper was striped in pink and yellow. But more extraordinary than the decor, were the cats - who were everywhere.
There where hammocks and cat climbers all around which had cats scattered all over them.
I was greeted by a waitress who asked for my reservation and then led me to a round table, in the corner of the café. I sat in the most secluded chair in the very corner. There was one cat above me in a hammock . He was brown with little white and orange splotches. He seemed peaceful as he slept.
The waitresses handed me a menu and as I peered at my options a sense of warmth swept over me.
I looked at the wall, which had all the cats' pictures with their names below them. They had been edited to look like kings and queens and looked adorable!
The cat above me was called Milo. He had woken up by now and was climbing down the wooden steps that had been attached to the wall. He sat by my feet, clearly interested in who I was. That soon past though as he decided my shoe laces were tasty and he chewed on them forgetting I was even there.
The waitress came over and took my order. I got a cappuccino and biscuits. There was a design of little whiskers and a nose on the foam of my cappuccino and my biscuits were shaped into cats and designed to look like the different cats at the cafe. They were on a small plate with the same pink swirls as the mug. They almost looked too good to eat.
As I ate I caught the attention of two other little cats. One was completely black and the other was white with black splotches on his head. They came over to me, sniffing to see if there were any crumbs spare for them as I drank my coffee.
The white one - called Toast - sat on the chair opposite me like a companion. I stroked his back and he purred profusely enjoying the attention.
I drunk my drink with Toast always looking hopeful for me to share my biscuits, and then I stacked my cup and plate together when I was finished. A cat cafe is truly a unique experience.
Ruby Windus, Year 9