Stella just stood there and blinked. Wait what? Tesla has a girlfriend and her papa approves? He was actually ok with a giant, obnoxious cat marauding his apartment? Even defended him? Confused she closed and locked the door and looked at Tesla who sat in the middle of the room, paws together, tail wrapped around. The very picture of enigmatic dignity. “Yeah yeah, don’t forget I just saw you draping yourself all over Licorice’s Daddy, you feline fiend.” She went to the kitchen and served him some dinner. Salmon pâté for monsieur of course.<br/><br/>Stella made herself a cup of chamomile tea with honey and changed into a sweater, shorts, socks past her knees and sat by the window, Tesla was loving up to her and she petted him. It was raining and through the raindrop spattered window she saw the lights of the apartment below her reflected in the wet leaves of the big oak tree. A while later she turned off the lights in her apartment and went to sleep. Tesla lingered, missing the nightly ritual of music but then just hopped on and stretched out by his human’s legs and closed his amber eyes.