I think we cats need our own version of Starbucks. After sticking my paw into an occasional iced coffee, I've discovered I really like the taste.
Now, we couldn't call it Starbucks because that would be catbyright infringement and the java people who don't care for cats wouldn't appreciate it. I would suggest the name Pawbucks, refreshment open to all four-footed patrons. I say let the birds have their own Clawbucks, or take a chance and drop in on ours. I can't think of anything I would like better than to have a few feathers with my latte.
The reason for this demand for our own coffees and espressos and catpuccinos is a matter of equality. I'm tired of having to share.
But share I will as I continue to enjoy ice cubes a little on the watery side and milk coffee with its unmistakeable, wakeable flavor. Sometimes I have a little toast, butter and jam with my iced dribbles, but it's usually the refreshing taste of coffee from a well-chilled glass that, by itself, is the cat's meow.
So, let's raise a paw until we can raise a glass at our own coffee establishment!