Little did he know that his recent interaction with Tesla and Stella was the least of his concerns. Closing and securing his front door, he caught an earful from Licorice. If subtitles were available, it would have read something like,<i>You left with a cat in your arms! Where is that cat?! Go get him back! Is he in your pocket?! Open that door, mister! He might be out there! Let him in! Where do you think you're going?! Get back here! I'm talking to you! I said get back here!</i><br/><br/>Oh yes, it did indeed last that long, if not longer. Licorice even followed him into the bathroom, squeezing through the slightly-open door. The kitty bitching? Never stopped, as Anton was relieved to drop off some hand soap and a new tube of toothpaste. Exiting, she jogged after him, never letting up.