If you’ve ever been called a crazy cat lady, or warned that you’re a crazy cat lady-to-be, then the London Cat Village is waiting for you my friend.
When you open the door the pleasant aroma of cat envelopes you like a warm hug. Everybody has to leave their shoes at the door and enter in slippers or socks, which is all the better for crawling around on all fours, coaxing cats out of various corners.
Luckily I fall into category A – a fully fledged cat lady with a natural talent and no shame. Cat.B’s will do well too, but remember that you’re not allowed to feed the cats, so you’ll have to enforce constant cake protection. Cat.C’s are winning at life.