The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten Volume 3 (WN Version)

82 - The Angel, the Cat, and the White Beard

He did research on it to some extent, but when Amane entered the cat cafe personally, the space before him was more spacious than he imagined.

The duo paid, sanitized their hands with alcohol, entered the cafe, and saw cats everyone. Some were strolling around, some were curled, and some were playing with the customers.

"Woah...it's bigger than I thought, and prettier."

As the cafe provided food, cleanliness was a must. In spite of that, the cafe was much cleaner than he imagined.

The distinct stench of animals could not be detected. It was practically odorless.

This shop was very popular, but there were few seats, so that the kittens would not be pressurized.

The shop contained a rest area for cats, and the purpose appeared to be for people to share space with the cats, rather than just have fun.

The cat cafe charged by hour, and it was rather pricey. Despite that, one would think the price was worth it, given the pretty decorations and the comforting atmospheres.

"Phaaa...cats...please look, Amane-kun. This little one looks really cute."

Mahiru whispered as she tugged at Amane's sleeve, for there were other cats and customers around. However, her voice contained much excitement.

She looked around as she stared at the various cats, her eyes sparkling.

Mahiru hardly talked about animals, but it appeared she really loved these cats. Amane too unwittingly smiled as he saw how excited she was.

"Yeah, they're really cute."

"Nn. Ah, I think that one is called Silk-chan."

It appeared Mahiru did not understand which was the cute one Amane referred to. She had taken the book containing the photos, names and breed, and pointed at Siamese cat.

That cat had black fur on its tail and the area around the face. It had white fur all over its thin limbs.

It had distinct blue eyes, and carried a regal presence.

Mahiru's eyes faltered, and she had the urge to touch. However, the shop forbade sudden contact, so Mahiru knelt down to exchange looks with it, before she gently reached her finger to its nose.

The twitchy nose sniffed at Mahiru's hand.

It seemed this little gesture had Mahiru muttering "Cute". She probably was fond of cats.

Once Silk had a sniff of Mahiru's smell, it gracefully walked away.

And immediately, Mahiru looked completely despondent.

"I don't think it hates you. It just leaves after greeting you."

"Is that so..."

"Yeah. Just let it get familiar with you. Anyway, let's find a place to sit."

Mahiru stood up, and Amane held her hand. They sat at an empty sofa.

Finally, they could get a full view of the entire room. It contained various cats.

They had just seen a Siamese cat. There was also American Shorthairs, Exotic Shorthairs, Russian Blue, Munchkins, Bengals, and various others.

Slightly far away from them was an American Shorthair, curled as it sat on a table. A lady seated there was gently caressing it.

"How cute..."

Mahiru was clearly looking envious at the other customers. Amane gave a wry smile as he looked at the menu.