It had been years since Anton had been high on weed. But as he amusingly gazed upon the two stoned kitties draped over each other on the third level of the tree house, he knew exactly how they felt. Wishing to enhance their buzz, he truly considered loading a Pink Floyd CD.<i>Dark Side Of The Moon </i>or<i>The Wall? </i>Tough choice. Instead, he had a better idea. Since he was obviously bogarting her cat, he thought an invitation was in order. The old-fashioned way, at that.<br/><br/>Leaning out the window, Anton could see that her window was also open. "Stella!" he called out. "Can you hear me? If you can, you gotta come down and see this for yourself." He then returned to his observation post. Four glazed eyes stared back at him, and he so wished he knew what they were thinking.