Loveseat

A cream colored loveseat with an end table beside it to set your coffee on. Perfect.

You sit on the loveseat, scooting to the side to make room for the coming neko, and sip your coffee. It's actually very good, with hints of vanilla and chocolate. The warm steam rising up to your face and the pleasant taste on your tongue are enough to calm your racing heart. These aren't the first nekos you've met, but they'll be the first ones you interact with in a physical manner. You've thought about asking catboys out before, most notably the cashier Oreo at your local supermarket, but you always feared they would be weirded out by your fetish for their feline qualities. But now you sit in a cafe waiting for a neko to come out and actually encourage you to pet him.

When Ziggy stepped through the door, humming a little tune and shaking his hips from side to side, you found yourself completely enraptured. He was slightly shorter than you, wearing a plain grey t-shirt that contorted to his curve. He was a little pudgy, not that you minded because he also looked incredibly soft. Ziggy walks up to you, wearing a pair of loose fitting boxers with hearts stamped all over them instead of pants, and plops down on the little loveseat directly beside you. His body radiates warmth and you feel it even more intensely as the catboy grabs your arm and leans in close.

"Hello sir!" He says, looking up at you with an innocent and friendly face. "I'm Ziggy. Thanks for choosing me."

You admire the adorable little catboy, with his cute twitching orange, white, and black ears that stick up through his mess blonde hair.

"So, what would you like to do sir?" Ziggy's hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing up and down the length of it until he gave you a gentle squeeze.