It is coffee

It is coffee I held the glass of iced coffee above the black fan base. The tabby lay on the grey tile and looked up at it. That is mine, he said. It is coffee, I said. You cannot have it. He watched the condensation run down the side. Is it expensive. Yes. He blinked once. I can pay for it. You have no money. I have four dollars saved from the floor. Put it away, I said. He did not move his paws. I can pay for it.