Feminine Wiles

I have never quite understood the concept of a cats' café, devoted to people bringing their cats with them for a coffee. We passed the Maison de Chat on the West Bow this morning on a walking of the marches. Although the café wasn't yet open there were some rather beautiful residents posing in the windows 'like fish suppers', as that rather strange saying goes.

This white Persian beauty was averse to looking through the glass directly at me, but preferred to present what she obviously thought was her best profile.

The rather ordinary tabby beside her had decided it was more productive to get some beauty sleep in his individual sleeping quarters. At the back of the shop were the toilets indicated by the sign 'Cat Nannies Only'.
All I can say is,"Whatever floats your boat!"