Tesla sat on the window seat enjoying an extended post-prandial grooming session. while Stella sat by the piano and played some finger exercises before settling down for a concerto. His belly was full, and the world was once more not threatening to slip of its axis. All it took was a large can of salmon supreme cat food.<br/><br/>She lost herself in the light music, Mozart’s was always an easy choice to start with. He was predictable and not really her favorite. But her mood was too light for Rachmaninov or Prokofiev. She did however want a challenge and eventually opted for Sibelius, knowing that the Finnish composer would keep her fingers racing across the keys.<br/><br/>She had enjoyed her dinner with Anton more than she had expected, reflected Stella when she finally washed up for the night. He was good company, and she looked forward to the meal he had promised. The story of the devastating loss of his wife and baby son was beyond heartbreaking and she marveled at the fact that he was even functional. How does one move on, she wondered. Stella washed her face and applied moisturizer. She also applied a moisturizing pack for her hair, enjoying the scent but not so much the feel of it and she looked forward to washing her hair in the morning. When she came out of the bathroom she found Tesla occupying most of her bed.<br/><br/>“Scat, cat” she said grabbing the comforter and rolling the cat who gave her the “I’ll be watching you sleep” look. “Don’t sass me if you want to see Lics again you<i>filou</i>” she said climbing into her bed while the dog sized cat noisily jumped up on the window seat. Both yawned and curled up. It had been a great day....