Taking the container from her, he smiled and said, "Why thank you, Stella. And you're right, kinda whacked right now. That was one long drive. Cooking is nowhere near the top of my to-do list." Anton didn't fail to notice that the receptacle she had handed him was of the Rubbermaid variety. Which could only mean: She made the contents herself. Yes! he gleefully thought. Total score!<br/><br/>He laughed at her rating of their cats. "Let's just thank our lucky stars that she's been spayed, or that treehouse would be rockin' right about now." Anton shuddered inwardly at the thought, as he quickly dispersed that mental image of his baby girl.<br/><br/>"Cat parenting one-oh-one?" he repeated, returning her grin. "Not me, that's for sure. She's been a single cat ever since we brought her home from the breeder."