Stella had heard Anton and grabbing her keys and phone headed downstairs. She knocked on the door and waited for Anton to open. Why did he call her? The answer came shortly after when he opened the door and grinning pointed wordlessly at the kitty tower. Up on the top platform lay a glassy eyed giant cat with a jet black Persian draped over him with the same stoned look.<br/><br/>Anton came to stand beside her and she giggled and softly sang ‘is there anybody out there...’<br/>Looking up at him she said “he sat with the catnip mouse for three days by the front door, not touching it. He’s really into Licorice, I think.”