Cat Cafes-Where you pay to be snubbed by adorable kitties.

Recently I had a free afternoon and decided to check something off of my bucket list.

I went. To a cat cafe.

 

Specifically I went to Neko no Niwa a cat cafe in Clarke Quay that charges $12 an hour with their adorable kitties.

How does it work? 

This was my first question. I was a little nervous walking up to the cafe since I really had no idea how that whole thing was supposed to go. I walked in the first door and waved awkwardly at the receptionist. She asked if it was my first time and when I said yes she gave me a sheet with the prices. On the other side there were pictures of all the kitties and a brief bio for each one:

I indicated that I would like one hour and the receptionist told me to take off my shoes and wash my hands at a sink they have in the entry way.You pay after yo visit the kitties but they print a receipt with you entry time and give it to you along with the menu above when you go in.  You also have the option of ordering food or drinks , which they will then pass to you inside the cat portion of the cafe. I didn’t order any but they all looked nice and reasonably priced.

 

How was it? 

I have to admit I had this image of myself , sitting in a cafe, cat on my lap , writing this post. Sadly, this is not what happened. I forgot, that this is a cat cafe. Cats whose favorite activities are snubbing humans , sleeping and watching birds. In that order.

All of the cats were really well taken care off, they even had a private area where the cats could go if they weren’t feeling up to interacting with people any more. But basically I spent the entire hour taking pictures and petting sleeping cats. Who showed no interest in curling up on my lap.

 

There were darn cute….

Would I do it again? 

Maybe, if I am really desperate for cat company. But I think I will focus my energy on making friends with the neighborhood strays. They at least pay attention to you. It was worth doing once but probably wont do it again any time soon.

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The neighborhood cat, I have named him Klaus. 

Here is a link to the cat cafe if you’re in Singapore and want to try it out!

Neko no Niwa

 

 

 

 

Homesickness, Burn-Out and When to say When

*Disclaimer , this post was written a few weeks ago, doing, mostly, better now. *

Last week I hit a wall. Instead of realizing I had hit a wall and taking a personal day I ended up crying in front of my manager in the office. So yeh, that sucked.

My manager was very understanding and supportive and sent me home to take some time. I had worked 12 hour days for two weeks straight and, oh yeh, am living in a foreign country without family or any close friends for support. A few days away from work were helpful but I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t realize earlier that I needed time off. I have never cried in front of anyone at work before ( always privately , in the bathroom , like a good engineer) so this was an extra big personal fail.

Why did I have a mini meltdown?

  • >12 hours of work for two weeks straight = not enough sleep= weepy
  • “Home” sickness- also known as , man I miss hanging out with people who actually know me.

Home sickness is a weird concept for me , considering I haven’t lived anywhere longer than 5 years and have lived in three countries in the past year alone. But lately Ive just missed having people.  People who know me and are like me. Let me be clear, by “like me” I don’t mean American , I mean nerdy , introverted and just a bit weird. In all of my many moves growing up, I go through the same pattern. First , some cool kids “adopt” you because you are new and exciting. Second, said cool kids realize you are an introverted weirdo and abandon you. Third , eventually your fellow weirdos find you and you form a tiny, weird, community. Same thing in Oregon, same thing in Pennsylvania, same damn thing in Karatsu, Japan.

I’m a grown up now , so the first two steps may or may not apply, depending on the situation but I’m still waiting for step three to kick in. It takes a while, it always takes a while. Logically I know this, I know that this is a phase and that it will pass but somehow knowing that doesn’t make me feel much better.

I’ve met lots of cool people and done lots of cool things since arriving in Singapore. I really like it here, but its just not home yet and it wont be for a while. I just need to hang in there , resist the urge to constantly hide in my room and keep putting myself out there ( which as an introvert, takes a hell of a lot of energy).

Like the little fishy says- Just keep swimming. And next time, take a day off work.

Also- there is a movie called “Finding Dory” coming out in June, I for one am excited.