The insistent rapping at her front door roused Stella from her nap on the sofa and she stumbled toward the sound when she soundly rammed her shin on the repositioned coffee table. "Sweet Mother of Pearl" she cursed, and rubbed her shin which she felt would be black and blue in a few minutes. She'd forgotten that she had moved her furniture around.<br/><br/>" Just a minute, I'll be right there" she shouted as she limped toward the door wondering who it was.<br/><br/>It was Anton, revealed the peephole inspection, looking unhappy, and draped over his arms was a very content and fat cat of unreasonable proportions. "Oh no," she muttered, "what did you do, you little asshole," as she opened the deadbolt and quickly swung the door open.<br/><br/>"Anton, I'm so sorry" she said when Tesla launched himself out of his arms and sauntered nonchalantly into the apartment and into the kitchen. Of course the kitchen! Where else would that fat slob go? "What did he do now?" Stella shook her head and continued "I'll replace anything he broke or stole - let me know what I owe you, and if he comes by again, just don't let him in. I doubt he can come through the window, he's too heavy and he doesn't much like to climb, but if he does please let me know, I'll lock him up, I'm really sorry, and please apologize to your wife for me as well, I'm sorry to bother you guys."<br/><br/>Stella wanted nothing more to shut the door right now, and close out the world. She was tired, her shin hurt like the dickens, her cat was an asshole, and her neighbor hated her. All she wanted was to change out of her work clothes and hop into bed after feeding the cat, there was not going to be dinner tonight. "Good night, Anton" she said "and thanks" as she started to shut the door feeling rather defeated.