Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. You know, impulsively starting a business when you have nothing but yourself and your silly little skills to get you by. I had no concept of numbers and inventory, of money or customer service. All those things that you should really know to run a business are like a different language! And I'm not gonna lie. My first month was really rough. I may have even thrown coffee at a customer. But he insulted me first, those are things you should never call a lady! But I figured it out. I'm a damn good baker, and ain't no one that can resist my tea. Or my charm. I started doin' alright for myself, makin' just enough money and starting to love my job like any good girl should.
But then one day, this terrible little feline showed up at my door.
It was just a normal busy day at my teashop when this little god awful yowling and mewling was heard from the back door. Everyone heard it, even the customers up front! So I had to go back surely, just to make sure someone wasn't dying behind my little ol' shop. And there she was. This tiny, mangy, terrible beast of an animal. Okay.. okay. She was actually pretty cute, with huge innocent sparkly eyes meant to trap any poor soul within them. And that's exactly what happened, because I scooped her up without a second thought and willingly brought her into my shop.
I brought her right up front and was immediately greeted by a barrage of "Awwwww!" and "SO cuteee!".
I have to admit, I agreed with them and joined in with their cooing. The tiny kitten just sat in my hands and pawed and mewed at people like an innocent little thing. Clearly, there was no evil in the world at this point, nevermind in the form of a tiny fluffy little animal.
But a days work never ends for a talented teashop owner. Things got busy in a blink of an eye and I had to rush to please all my customers and get things rollin' again. Surely a girl can put a kitten on the floor to play while work gets done. Normal kittens would sleep in a corner or bat at the reflections of light on the tile or even chase a moth that happened to be fluttering by.
Not this kitten though.
I was just starting to get things under control and all the rabid coffee addicts filled. I was about to pull off my apron and take a tiny break when I heard a shriek.. followed by a familiar crash.
"Ohmigodddd, My mocha latte!" Now, I had just assumed someone knocked into a latte. It's not an uncommon thing for someone to throw my nice mugs on the ground or at each other. So I grumbled about losing another good mug and grabbed a rag to hurry over and clean up another mess from someone elses stupidity. But what I saw was way more terrible. As I reached the table I saw my customer with a wide eyed bewildered look aimed right at a toppled over mug on the table. And sticking out of that mug.. was that terrible beast's behind. She was covered in my perfect drizzled whipped cream topping and.. drinking the warm mocha latte from the sideways mug. I understand that my lattes are good but a kitten drinking it.. totally unbelievable! While mumbling many apologies I scooped up the cream covered kitten and hurried her off to the back kitchen, thinking if she was shunned away from the customers she would cause a little less damage and trauma to the unsuspecting people. And just maybe that one customer might come back again.
Once again...I was wrong, and not just about the customer.