Stella and Anton bravely battled their way through dinner and as delicious though it was the finally tally was two glass wine each and several more of cool, clear water.<br/><br/>The cats, who had until then contented themselves with doting on each other on the cat tree began to meow at them, the shenanigans of course having been started by Tesla, the stomach on legs.<br/><br/>"Hello Tesla," said Stella wiping the last bit of her mascara off her watering eyes, "are you hungry too?"<br/><br/>Tesla responded with his usual enthusiasm and stood up on the precarious platform which was really sized for one good size feline, not one of his caliber, he stretched, almost tilted and then jumped down and walked up to their table where he stood on his hindlegs and without too much trouble inspected the remains of their dinner.  Licorice said daintily on the headrest of  a nearby easy chair and surveyed the scene with typical feminine elegance.<br/><br/>"Anton, I think it's time to break out the Salmon Supreme, I brought with me," grinned Stella at her equally wilted looking dinner partner. She doubted he was going for something this spicy any time soon again. She surely wouldn't. She rose and walked to her picnic basket and pulled out two foil pouches promised to give a regal feast to even the most discerning feline.  Tesla, recognizing the pouch made a beeline for her and began to loudly convince her of his imminent death from starvation.<br/><br/>"Is Lics this dramatic?" asked Stella rolling her eyes at Anton.