Tesla enjoyed his leisurely stroll through the building as he sniffed at door mats, greeted people and sauntered around creating a scent map. One door in particular interested him, it was open a little and he shouldered the door open to investigate further. Behold! A cat scent like no other. He smelled a female cat and oh boy, she smelled amazing. Aroused he rubbed himself all over where her scent was strongest, delighting in her female aroma, while meowing volubly during his passionate moments. But then, another scent intruded, oh, that smell, mouthwatering...beckoning...<br/><br/>Tesla was like most cats, especially most male cats, a simple creature. Food and females were his priorities, everything else incidental and secondary. Motivated he searched until, sitting on a window bench by the open window, he found a bag of salmon treats. ‘Don’t mind if I do’ he thought as he settled down to annihilate the contents of the bag. Well, he didn’t really think with words, but in cat terms it amounted to pretty much the same. After the gastronomical excesses Tesla, the thirteen pound Maine Coon -now almost fourteen pounds - succumbed to a post-prandial food coma. Life, he decided, was pretty darned good. Well, not in hum... you get the idea.<br/>- - -<br/>Stella watched enviously as an older lady loaded her bags into one of those old lady shopping stroller thinggies, as she schlepped her two overstuffed bags toward the big brownstone apartment buildings. There was no way she’d resort to that until she was ancient she told herself, but still... damn! Normally one to use stairs, she gladly made use of the elevator. I have to get myself to the store more often, she vowed when startled she saw a man sit by her apartment door. A good looking one at that! But why was he sitting by her door?