Satisfied with the progress of their imminent meal, Anton heard a distinct knock on his door.  Prior to that, however, a scratching sound was audible, even through the wooden entry.  Of course, he knew the source of the scratching, as did Licorice.  The Persian was already by the door, switching glances between it and her owner.  He smiled, noticing her change in mood.<br/><br/>Knowing what was about to happen from previous experience, Anton stood behind the door as he opened it.  He thought it best to not be in the direct path of an onrushing Maine Coon.  Sure enough, as access was granted, an eclipse of the sun zoomed past.  Ever the gracious hostess, Licorice greeted Tesla with aplomb, the pair sauntering off while engaged in cat-speak.<br/><br/>Stella soon followed, though she clearly lacked the same energetic entrance as her cat.  Anton smiled at her warmly, beckoning for her to come in and make herself comfortable.  Unsure as to whether he should take the basket from her, he instead said, “Come on in, Stella.  Can I get you a glass of wine or something before we sit down to eat?”  The tempting aromas from the kitchen were already driving him insane.