A looooooooooong post in Kotaku from someone who is no longer happy living in Japan.
I had to skim most of it (the author is all over the place) but I’ll post it here because I always find it interesting hearing about somebody’s experience in a foreign land. Good or bad.
A visit to a Japanese cat house (Literally):
This is the first floor. You enter the cat cafe, take off your shoes and put on slippers, then you get your time slip that records when you entered the cafe and whether you asked for any of the hourly package plans (you can get a special deal for 1 or 2 hour blocks). Then, you proceed to the handwash area (so you don’t give your germs to kitty).
Right next to the handwash room are all the private rooms. If you choose to pay for a private room you get to choose your room/cat and you have them all to yourself for as long as you are in the room. Not sure if all that includes a guarantee that the cat will be playful/awake or not…
Anyway, I didn’t elect for a private session so let’s go upstairs toward the play room.