It’s taken a while but I finally got round to going to both
a cat café and a dog café. Korea is renowned for these particular attractions
so like the tourist that I am I went. I’m still not sure if I like them or not,
on one hand these places pamper the animals, there’s a constant flow of
customers coming in and giving the animals attention and treats, but on the
other hand the animals are essentially caged all day. The good outweighs the
bad so I think I’m fine with it.
Karl and I had our first man date in a dog café. I feel
sorry for dogs in Korea, it’s the ultimate beauty contest, it’s almost like
Russian roulette. If you’re a cute dog then you’ll end up in a café, if you’re
a mutt then you’ll end up in the butchers (it’s not strictly legal but it still
happens).
People in Korea (especially girls) love all things cute, so
most of the dogs were tiny spaniels, poodles, or Chihuahuas; there were a few
cool dogs there though. Dogs are fun to watch, they’re easily excited, running
around, fighting, and more often than not they’re humping which is always
funny. There was an army guy at the next table to Karl and I, he was there with
his girlfriend. At one point I overheard him say “I didn’t come here to watch
dog porn”. That was the main reason I was there, it was entertaining, I took
like 40 pictures.
A few weeks later and Karl and I had our second man date,
this time at a cat café. Karl doesn’t really like cats so he was slightly
reluctant to go. The first thing I noticed was the lack of enthusiasm that cats
generally have. They’d be lying down and act like “Oh look, more people. So
what?” There were many Koreans also in the café and they were speaking Korean
to the cats and it dawned on me that the cats probably know more Korean than I
do.
The cats have free reign of the café, they will walk all
over the counters, I really hate that. I wasn’t too keen on the coffee in these
animal cafes. It’s probably not worth thinking about that the same people that
clean up after the animals also make the coffee, like I said I’d rather not
think about it.
The cats generally do nothing unless you give them a treat.
The other customers bought some chicken and the cats all rush to them. Having
only spent a short amount of time there you soon start to realise that cats are
sluts. Cat cafés are like strip clubs and the cats are the strippers, they’re
only interested in you if you tip them. They will sit on your lap if you pay them.
Whereas dogs, they’re more like the drunk girl at a party.
They put on a show for everyone and don’t expect anything in return. Dogs and
drunk girls are just happy to be getting the attention.
So which do I like more, cats or dogs? Well, that’s the same as asking which do I like more, strippers or drunk girls? Let’s just say I like cats and dogs equally.
