Despite the ungodly hour of the reservation -- 11 a.m. -- spent a fun morning Saturday at the invitation of my friend Greg Endries at Meow Parlour, aka "New York's first cat cafe." The description is a slight misnomer -- it's actually a place for cat freaks to hang out with a dozen adorable up-for-adoption felines that is affiliated with a cafe on a completely different street that delivers coffee and pastries (the NYC Department of Health & Mental Hygiene wouldn't stand for food to even be served in the joint) -- but it's every bit as fun as it sounds.
After spending a couple hours with the cute critters, the entire room declared that I'd "won" when little Franklyn suddenly parked himself on my lap as I was sitting down to say hi. If I look like I'm in some weird high school yearbook pose it's because I was mid-sit -- and his motor was already running -- so I didn't want to do anything to disturb the love fest!
Reservations and details HERE.
P.S. The profiles of the cats were hilarious!
4 comments:
OMG - Marty is SO cute.
Rubell and Warhol have grave meet-up to commence rolling. Jackie Stone sleeps on.
Is that Greg Berlanti behind that great beard?
Never though YOU'D be caught in a cathouse!
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