So you've ordered a muffin...
From the May 2020 issue of Harper's Magazine, which is the issue currently in place next to my loo:
From a sign posted inside Catnip, a cafe in Christchurch, New Zealand
So you've ordered a muffin.
Our wobbly tabby cat Bea really likes muffins, so there are a few things to be aware of.
She is not allowed to eat muffins.
She will climb you to try and get to your muffin.
She is not very good at climbing and will claw her way up your body.
It will hurt.
She will not give up.
She may try and eat the muffin right out of your mouth.
If you're really struggling, come and talk to us, and we will help.
We hope you enjoy your muffin experience.
Catnip describes itself as a cafe, but is clearly actually a masochists' club given that they offer muffins for sale, and will not spontaneously offer help to a person screaming in pain from puncture wounds and trying to fight off a cat but instead require the person to cross the room and form a coherent sentence (one presumably making the case that they are really struggling). I don't doubt that there is a market for this, though I am not it. However, I can easily see myself spending an entire day there willing other people to buy muffins, so it could also bill itself as a sadistic voyeurs' club.
[I am fine. I have knitting to post about, once I've taken photos that I am happy with.]
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From a sign posted inside Catnip, a cafe in Christchurch, New Zealand
So you've ordered a muffin.
Our wobbly tabby cat Bea really likes muffins, so there are a few things to be aware of.
She is not allowed to eat muffins.
She will climb you to try and get to your muffin.
She is not very good at climbing and will claw her way up your body.
It will hurt.
She will not give up.
She may try and eat the muffin right out of your mouth.
If you're really struggling, come and talk to us, and we will help.
We hope you enjoy your muffin experience.
Catnip describes itself as a cafe, but is clearly actually a masochists' club given that they offer muffins for sale, and will not spontaneously offer help to a person screaming in pain from puncture wounds and trying to fight off a cat but instead require the person to cross the room and form a coherent sentence (one presumably making the case that they are really struggling). I don't doubt that there is a market for this, though I am not it. However, I can easily see myself spending an entire day there willing other people to buy muffins, so it could also bill itself as a sadistic voyeurs' club.
[I am fine. I have knitting to post about, once I've taken photos that I am happy with.]
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