Casanova has taken an interest in my iced tea. He eyes it warily at first, then leans forward for a closer look. Then he bares his teeth like he’s mad at it, but instead reaches out to take a lick. He’s not the only feline here curious about the condensation gathering on the outside of my cup. I’ve stopped in for a drink at The Cat Cafe, where as many as twelve cats may be lounging on any given day, available to pet, play games with, and if a connection is made, adopt.