I get a Chick-Fil-A iced coffee about once a week. If you live in the USA and are not yet familiar with Chick-Fil-A - it is a "Chicken Only" fast food chain born in Atlanta, GA - and over the past 40 years has become a staple of any Southerner's diet. I tell new converts to the ridiculously addictive taste of Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwiches that they are one of the "Four Main Food Groups of a Southerner." But trust me, Fafoutis isn't licking his chops thinking about chicken. He's eyeballing my coffee.
I'm sitting on my couch - fiddling with my camera because I've drank almost all of the coffee - I can't imagine coffee is good for a cat. And I wait for him to think I'm not paying attention.
And slowly he moves in for the kill.
These photos are not staged. That is my black Maine Coon - getting ready to suck down some coffee. I swear all of my cats are odd, strange, and more human-acting than feline.
Of course there's nothing left in the cup. So he gets frustrated and runs off.
He takes the straw with him... and for good measure comes back when I'm not looking and takes the unopened straw and shreds it open and makes a mess. Perhaps its because he didn't get his coffee fix. He's grumpy that way.