Cat Cafe Olathe Novels & Stories

Tara said, “It's a mom and pop coffee house, and they have special homemade treats for dogs. Their grandkids own it now. I invest in their cafe, so they will always be around, everytime I come back. It’s called Mom and Pop’s Cafe. They allow dogs inside, and they have a cute covered patio area next to their building, that we can sit and talk in, and the security won’t stand out.” Tara, Alma and I along with three people from the security team pile into my truck, with the rest of our security team in their vehicles, and we head into Cripple Creek, to the cafe. When we get there, the ten time great-grandkids, hug Tara, give loving pets to Alma, and ask if they can give me a hug too. I gracious

I don't know if it's because she reminds me so much of Ma, but being around her makes me feel better, and I always learn something from our conversations. I get ready and arrive at the coffee shop on time. I'm surprised to find her exactly where she told me she'd be, with a cup of coffee in front of her and a cat on her lap. Yes, a cat. It seems the coffee shop is a place where you can stroke a cat to your heart's desire. No, that sounds weird. Let's just say the name is Coffee and Cat. Pretty...creative. "Nicole," Katie says, standing up as I make my way to her table. We exchange a few polite kisses, and then I sit across from her.

"I have a cat that needs to be fed. I have a shift at the cafe at 7:00 AM. You can't just keep me in your back pocket because you’re bored." ​Julian didn’t even look away from his phone. The blue light of the screen carved hollows into his cheeks, making him look like a ghost of a king. "You don't have a job anymore, Elara. I bought the cafe an hour ago. I closed it for renovations. As for the cat, my staff has already relocated it to a professional boarding facility in Connecticut. It will be better fed there than it ever was on your budget." ​The sheer arrogance of it made my vision go red. I lunged across the seat, my hand flying up to slap the calm, calculated look off his face. I didn't

It could be the perfect medicine to cure my current funk. Stepping out of my car, I joined the line that already snaked out the front door to the nearby corner. In the center of Manhattan, it was a popular place for the local businesses, including Carter Tech, which was only two blocks away. Misha preferred his coffee black, and usually didn’t bother with shops like this. “A waste of money,” he’d say whenever I wanted to stop by. Even now, I could almost hear him. “Two hazelnut oatmilk lattes,” he said in my head, placing an order with the barista.

Making the weird smile on Lila's face appeared once again, replacing the unwelcome sulky mood. The kitten was really enjoying its life. Even Uncle Malcolm whom Lila thought disliked the kitten in the first place, treating it like a princess now. How sweet. Soon, Lila stood in the front of the counter at the Angela Barlow café near home. She thought that she needed some croissants and a cup of a very cold cafe latte. "Thank you." Said Lila to the man behind the counter when he placed the box of croissants and the cup of cafe latte in front of her.

She slammed shut the door of her car. Her eyes flew to the mattress store across. She definitely needed to check it out soon. Rusty was giving her a really hard time. The cat was constantly chewing and nibbling at all her pillows. She had changed them thrice, and it seemed that the cat had no intentions of changing anytime soon. She pushed the door open, as she stepped into the cafe. "Ah.." she sighed, taking in the smell off caffeine, bread, waffles and breakfast in it's entirety. There was an empty table for two by the wall. She stared at it as she dipped her hands into her hoodie. It looked perfect. Her legs moved towards it.

By 1:45, I was out the door, nerves buzzing like I'd chugged espresso. The cafe was a hole-in-the-wall near the river, with mismatched chairs and the best lattes in town. Tom was already there, at a window table, scrolling his phone. He looked up as I walked in, that easy smile spreading. 'Jane! You made it.' He stood, pulling me into a hug that lasted a beat too long, his hand pressing the small of my back.

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.