Kookie Cat

Kookie Cat is an cat cafe and an adoption center for stray and/or abused cats. Feel free to come in with your cat or play with the cats avaliable. The cats are kept in a separate area. The whole cafe is swept regularly for anyone allergic to cat hair. There's an assortment of treats avaliable for to purchase for your own cat or to feed the other cats. There's also plenty of pastries, cookie-shaped ice cream sandwiches and cookies for humans to eat. You can also order custom-made milkshakes or bubble tea or buy milk trays for the cats. Feel free to look at our menu for other options! You're not allowed to adopt a cat on the same day of visiting. Tell us when you leave when you plan to be back to complete the adoption process!

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Elenore and Matthieu
MV Matthieu wasn't really into cats. He was kind of allergic to them but he had pretty much gotten over it now, though. Oh, the benefits of being a squib–you fell to muggle illnesses and quirks that magical kind were immune too. Some potions helped with it, though so he didn't really think twice when he walked into the Kookie Kat. Really, he was scoping out his competition. However, every other seat was taken and the few open seats had someone with them on the table. However, it took a moment to realise that one was filled by Princess Elenore. He'd met her once or twice as a child when he went on diplomatic visits with his parents. However, when it became known he was a squib, he never continued those trips and stayed in France. But Elenore had been a friendly face. "Elenore?" He asked, hesitantly, hovering over her, not quite sure if she remembers him or even kept up with French politics. His abdication still hadn't quite settled over there.

MV Matthieu blinked as he was pulled into a hug. This Elenore was a lot more...bubbly, he guessed, than what he remembered from when they were children. But they all changed, didn't they? Matthieu, always so composed and stoic, never knew what to do when he hugged someone, always awkwardly patting them on the back or something, and this time was no different with him slowly wrapping his arms around her before it ended as quickly as it happened. "Yeah...yeah, I guess it did," he said with a small smile, "you don't look so bad yourself." Now that she had stood up, he could see the differences. She was a lot more...feminine, than what she was as a child. "I didn't expect to see you here, of all places."

MV "Oh, a charity, huh? Good for you!" He said with a beam. Matthieu was dimly aware that she might be forced to do it because of her royal duties but most of them had their speeches written by other people. The fact that she was writing her own demonstrated something. In his own opinion, anyway. It said she cared. "What's the cause?"

MV Matthieu was, actually, very surprised that she was doing this for a muggle charity. Not that he had an issue with it–muggle afflictions affected him so the quicker they found a cure, the better for him. But more so with the political climate, she was still allowed to do a muggle gala. But Matthieu didn't like talking politics, so he didn't bring it up. "I hope it helps," he said, before tilting his head and gesturing to the empty chairs. "Is it okay if I sit down? I don't want to interrupt you or anything, of course."

MV Matthieu sat down and glanced over to her, briefly. Didn't she hear? Doesn't she know why I dropped off the face of the Earth? He shrugged, picking up the menu to flick through it. "I pulled away from anything royal related," he explained, "I wanted to live a more...normal life, I guess." Matthieu wasn't going to go into detail. He hated discussing it. "So that included royal trips."