Startled at his sudden possession of a stuffed-to-the-brim grocery bag, Anton could only nod in silent agreement. Hope the bread and eggs aren't on the bottom, he thought, or even in the middle. He gladly did as she had requested, placing the bag on the indicated table. He then said, without the slighest trace of anger in his voice, "Lics. Licorice. Where are you, girl?" Soon after, he heard the distinct sound of a trot headed his way. Once his AWOL kitty caught sight of him, her trot turned into a sprint. A perfectly timed leap later, as cats were obvious show-offs, and she was now securely in his arms. And he noticed she was already purring, fer crying out loud!<br/><br/>Approaching the more-than-accommodating woman, Anton just took the other grocery bag from her, while maintaining his grip on Licorice. "Here, that's the least I can do," he said as he placed the second bag right by the first. Stopping at her front door, since she was still out in the hall, he bounced Licorice in his arms, and then said, "This is Licorice. Say hi to the nice lady." His escapee of a cat's purring only increased in intensity. "Thank you," he said. "I really appreciate this, and I'll be sure to let you know if I come across your Tesla." Anton just smiled at the flame-haired beauty as he was overjoyed at Licorice's safety and return to him.