Cat Café

English breakfast tea stains the rim of my mug. Tufts of creamsicle fur drift upon the surface like a lotus flower. Two cats try to persuade me to commit, while others consider me with half-moon eyes and aggressive tail flicking, perhaps suspicious of my motives. I imagine a universe in which cats don posh pea coats and designer handbags, visit the Human Café. Rooms filled with lonely, abandoned humans jumping in laps, dreaming of enduring companionship. Wide, pleading eyes in fleshy faces that follow cars from the window.