McMOGGIES CAT CAFE

I think I should get my own blog says Shelby as there’s far too many cats on this one and not enough photos of cute, lovable tortoises. 

Are any of those pesky moggies about?

Cats clearly have the upper hand when it comes to tea and sympathy.  Bournemouth has now opened its own cat café called Pause and in Bristol, you can go for a pint with a pussy at the popular Bag of Nails pub.  (I’ll be personally checking out this establishment later in May)

Nestling quietly in the back streets of Charminster, however, a different kind of cat café is in operation.  ‘McMoggies’ caters only for discerning felines who enjoy a tasty bit of Go Cat, a slurp of milk and hours of pampering.  No regular opening hours kept here, a strategic meow or pawing at the patio door will usually provide admission.  Clients have even been known to camp outside waiting for this establishment to open.

Cat napping until McMoggies opens up

McMoggies open for business

McMoggies now has 3 regulars:

Mr Tabbs, a mature tabby gent with an illustrious set of whiskers who loves to turn up for an early morning breakfast.  Enjoys a copy of The Times usually when you’re trying to read it and is never in a hurry to leave which is a bugger when you’re racing around at 6.30 am getting ready for work.

Headline mews

Then there’s Ginge.  Young, frisky, ginger; like the Prince Harry of cat society. Ginge uses his rakish charm to maximum effect announcing his entrance with a nonchalant meow and a swish of his tail.  He’ll roll on his back, paws in the air, giving you the full ‘look how cute I am’ routine but then claw you if you so much as try to tickle his tummy.  He’s a charmer alright but only on his terms.

Hmmm haven't they opened up yet?

Our newest customer, Socks, is shy but has already twigged that free grub can be had if you play your kitty cards right.  Socks dresses for the occasion.  A shiny black and white tuxedo- like coat gives him a dapper appearance, a miniature kitty butler or secret agent.  Silent but deadly since he rarely meows and loves to sharpen his claws on the coir mat after a meal.

Doesn't touch the sides

So with all this cat action going on, you can see why Shelby’s feeling a bit miffed.  There’s definitely a niche in the market for a Tortoise Café – please could somebody open one to give others a chance to get up close and personal with these adorable creatures. 

Party animal

Why so serious?

Who says tortoises can't be cute?