Her refrigerator was in a dismal state reflected Stella when she looked in to figure out breakfast. Milk almost empty, no eggs, nothing much else than a bag of wilted salad, some old luncheon meat best not ressurected, and a bottle of Sriracha. She needed to go grocery shopping. While she wasn’t a big eater, she enjoyed simple meals of vegetables and some proteins to go with it. Especially eggs, eggs in her opinion were the best thing to ever have been considered a food.<br/><br/>“We need food, cat” said Stella to Tesla who sat next to her as she inspected the contents of the refrigerator. “I mean I need food, not just you, you fat tub.” The Maine Coon sat there and didn’t say a thing, he wasn’t supposed to, after all he was a cat.<br/><br/>Sighing Stella straightened up and padded back to her bedroom, jeans, high top Converse, a sweater was all she needed. “Be a good cat” she admonished when she opened the door but Tesla, clearly never having had any intention to be a good cat, bolted out like lightning and despite calls vanished instantly. “Was it something I said?” She yelled “I take it back! You’re skinny and sexy.” Stella hoped he’d find his way back before too long and left for the store.