Stella chose to sit and knit peacefully for an hour before she got up to make the salad. Peaceful was relative though as Tesla only let up from trying to plead or pry the door open when he took a break to eat, drink and use his litter box.<br/><br/>She morosely watched her giant cat wondering how this disaster would play out? What had they gotten into? By they she meant herself and Anton. But then it had been accidental.<br/><br/>Finally Stella rose and grabbed the mixed salad from the clamshell bowl and rinsed it again, tearing any leaves she deemed too large. Next on the list was to wash and slice radishes, dainty little cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, and the crowning glory - - - peaches. The peaches were halved and then quartered and grilled in her grill pan while she blended ingredients for the ranch dressing. She added a squeeze of lemon for extra bright flavor and freshly chopped mint to play on the flavor of the peaches. Instead of sour cream she used a thick Greek yogurt, she loved that stuff. After all the ingredients were neatly placed in little plastic containers she changed into a cute dress and put on a little make up. Simple was her motto, eyeliner, mascara, and a tinted lip balm. There. Done. And a squirt of perfume. She bent down and inspected her toes. No hair. Good. It’s not like Anton would ever get close enough to see but hey, hair is hair. Now it was time for the hair on her head. A few pins and a bit of spray and she sported an artfully messy updo. At least that’s what she told herself. She was in the middle of putting in matching earrings when the angel appeared on her shoulder.<br/><br/>“You’re wearing granny panties,” chided the angel.<br/><br/>“No. Not granny panties. Cotton bikinis. Besides it doesn’t matter what I wear. The only reason he even notices me is because his dainty Persian is in love with my heard to miss fat lunk cat.”<br/><br/>“Gra..”<br/><br/>Swat.<br/><br/>The devil looked down and shouted “the wings.... use your wings...”<br/><br/>Her phone announced a text and Stella rushed to read it, laughing out loud at the last part, apparently Anton didn’t exactly have an easy time with Lics either.<br/><br/>“Hey, Cat, wanna go see Lics?”<br/><br/>Tesla was electrified at the name and tried to open the door. Failing that he tried to scratch it open, all the while meowing loudly and incessantly.<br/><br/>“Stop!” Cried Stella, “I’ll lose my deposit!”<br/><br/>She placed the salad ingredients into a basket and headed for the door, Tesla rushed out as soon as he could squeeze through the barely opened door and vanished like a flash down a stairs. Stella heard a ‘ahhh, oh my goodness what was that’ and saw an older lady with a hat on her silver blue hair puff up the stairs. “So sorry Mrs. Crenshaw,” she laughed. “He’s heading to his girlfriend.” The old lady chuckled and just shook her head and kept on walking. Moments later she was at the door, where Tesla already was trying to claw his way in.<br/><br/>“Stop it Cat! You’ll make him lose his deposit!”<br/><br/>And then she knocked.