Mobster

Tucked within a corner of a busy shopping district of the busy town was a small Cat Café. Within it's bricked walls was the smell of coffee and freshly baked goods that would occasionally escape through the front door. The sound of cats purring and customers interacting in conversation could be heard over the soft music that played in the background. Within these walls were an assortment of furniture for one to relax and enjoy their cup of coffee. There were coffee tables with plush pillows around them, a few armchairs in the corner, and a few wooden tables with wooden chairs around them. On another side of the cafe the wall had some cat themed knickknacks that sat on shelves and framed pictures of the cats that were adopted out hung. Throughout the cafe multiple items for the cats to relax were set up. There were cat towers, cat beds, cat window look outs, and even in one corner of the store a climbing wall. The Cat Café was home to rescued strays taken in by its owner, Carlito. Though he was often seen as an intimidating old man, he was known for his quiet kindness and his constant efforts to help others around the city whenever he could. No one knew much about his life before opening the café and that was exactly how he preferred it. In retirement, he simply wanted to unwind and live a calm, peaceful life. For now, though, his patience was wearing thin as he approached a customer who seemed intent on ignoring one of his cats. Carlito moved slowly, stopping in front of them as his cat-themed apron bunched awkwardly. He placed his gun on the table, angled toward the customer.

“Are you ignoring Mittens?” he asked, his tone firm as he fixed them with a hard stare. He cared deeply for his cats and for the handful of employees who worked in his café. “Mittens is asking for your attention,” he continued. “I suggest you give it.” Without hesitation, the customer gathered all of their things and left in a hurry.