Waiting patiently for the tenant of #608, Anton could have sworn he heard an occasional meow or three coming from within the apartment. A moving shadow could also be seen every now and then from under the door. He hadn’t heard any barking, so it was unlikely that she owned a dog. Which was good news for Licorice, as she would be kitty toast had there been a pooch in there. She definitely was not a fighter. With that thought, he then figured Lics would just turn tail and escape through the window anyway.<br/><br/>While still entertaining himself with random thoughts, the elevator chimed its arrival on the sixth floor. A striking woman, with even more striking auburn hair, stepped out and he immediately noticed a look of concern etched across her face. Oh, that’s just great, he thought, as he scrambled to his feet. I probably look like one of those creeper dudes, Anton continued thinking. Maybe I shoulda worn that<i>Cat In The Hat </i>t-shirt or something.<br/><br/>As the woman tentatively drew nearer, he put on his best smile, which wasn’t saying too much considering the present circumstances. “Hello,” he simply said. “My name’s Anton and I live below you in #508. As weird as what I’m about to tell you may sound, I swear on my mother’s gray-haired head, that I’m not making this stuff up.” The redhead gazed upon him skeptically, waiting for him to go on. “And besides, I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I tried.”<br/><br/>Anton then began to tell her the story of the bothersome branch, the saw, the window, and his cat’s oak tree adventure. Wrapping things up, he stated, “She answers to the names Licorice or Lics, and she’s pretty friendly. Just say her name and she shouldn’t run from you. In fact, she’ll probably come to you, if only to investigate or pick up your scent. If I could just get her back, please, and I’ll not bother you anymore.”