Thankfully, she didn’t slam or shut her door forcefully. As Anton didn’t quite understand why she was berating her cat, he felt the need to come to Tesla’s defense. His left hand on the door, he gently pushed it back open. She looked at him with a surprised expression on her face.<br/><br/>“Stella,” he started, “he’s really no bother. So far, he’s always well-behaved when visiting, and Licorice seems to like him. And I<i>know</i>he fancies her, too. Neither have hissed at each other, and I don’t think they will. And no, he didn’t break anything.” He smiled, reflecting on her tree house.<br/><br/>He shrugged, and then said, “So bottom line, no apologies and no worries. If I see him outside my door again, I’ll let him in, assuming I have no plans or company, of course. I think it’s good for Licorice to have the occasional playmate.”<br/><br/>Defense of Tesla now complete, Anton began his retreat to the stairwell, but before he got there, he stated, “You have a good evening as well, Stella.”