Today I went with my host brother to a cat cafe for "research". Yes it is a cafe and yes it has (canned) coffee, but also I really really really wanted to go to a cat cafe. By doing a little research, I found one off a convenient train station that not only didn't require a reservation in advance, but had free drinks and was actually significantly less expensive for more time than other cafes. On to Nyankoto!
For cat lovers, this is paradise:
For cat lovers, this is paradise:
This shop had fifteen cats, each with their own names and personality described in a photo book:
This cat's name is Kinta and he's a mix--though most of the cats there were breeds I was unfamiliar with and had fur of various kinks and degrees of fluffiness.
They were all very social, active cats as well.
Kinta greeted my host brother by literally jumping on his back.
The other cats often ran around chasing each other (one was a very energetic kitten, so he was always pouncing on the others) or flopping down to be pet in corners.
The most exciting part was watching them get fed:
The owner lined them all up in their specific order (except for two who had special food they ate elsewhere) and I couldn't but think it was like a cat version of "Madeline".
It was a good time. I was quite content.
And just to justify its "cafe" nature, I did have a drink:
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