It’s been HUGE in Japan for a long time.
Our local Farmer’s Market has a cool area set up for little kids where they can pet bunnies. It is the cutest thing to watch the kids ages 2 or 3 to maybe 6 just sitting there petting the bunnies. The owner gives the kids carrots to feed the bunnies. The bunnies are very docile and not one has bitten or scratched a kid. Unlike the ferocious and unpredictable monsters at Cat Cafe.
I suppose in keeping with the theme they serve civet coffee?
I don’t think many people want to eat cat meat, but it might do really well in China.
It’s complete bull crap. All these faggoty boys with low-T and no desire to be highly productive. By the way, there are multiple ways to skin the inflation cat. One is to increase productivity, i.e., produce more per hour without increasing labor costs. This should happen naturally because men are competitive, or at least they used to be.
When I was working it didn’t matter what the assignment was, my goal was to produce more than anyone else. That came from a very competitive spirit and knowing that if I was going to be working anyway I might as well work hard. As a software engineer, that’s pretty easy to do. Everything, requirements, analysis, design, architecture, code and more could always be refined, refactored, and made better. There never was enough time to do the job perfect, so you can easily compress the high priority tasks and work your ass off. The best part of that is they day flies by. It wasn’t uncommon for me to look up from the computer and realize it was 2 o’clock and I missed lunch. I loved when that happened because as much as I liked work, I liked play more. It just meant the end of the work day was almost there and the beginning of fun was about to start.
My relative ‘rescued’ a cat some years ago but now the creature is a senior cat, it’s peeing all over the house and relative wants to pawn it off to a shelter. Nobody wants a senior cat, they only want cute kittens. Tough luck to my relative, IMO this is like trying to discard your child because he’s peeing the bed.
I ran a cat cafe outside my North Dallas apartment for years. The catch was if I could get a hold of you you were getting spayed or neutered. It didn’t seem to cut down on attendance too much.
And probably its last. Soon they will be back to none once again.
I thought it was a new restaurant serving cat as its main course.