Stella listened to the music and enjoyed the light conversation as Anton drove through the dark city towards their respective homes. She was disappointed when they reached their destination and Anton expertly drew into his assigned parking spot. She had enjoyed the evening very much and now it was over, and to boot, she had to put on those blasted heels again. Anton sidled over to her side and opened her car door and she slid her heels back over her feet and taking the offered hand extricated herself from his car, straightening out her dress.<br/><br/>"You know, I'm glad I only have to wear heels a few times a week, while they look sexy, they certainly don't feel sexy," she laughed. They walked to his apartment where they came across two lazy felines who had taken over the window seat.<br/><br/>"Come on cat," Stella said to her big fluff, but the cat didn't move beyond briefly flicking an ear in her direction. He was curled up and in the crescent his body had made, lay the black Persian, her eyes firmly closed against the sudden light. "Will you look at these two," grinned Stella at Anton, "I think I'll get him in the morning. I don't have the heart to separate them now."  She turned to look up at Anton who was gazing at the cats and said, "Thank you for a marvelous evening, Anton. It was very special." It was very late and she was ready to return to the solitary sanctuary of her apartment, and she was oddly at peace with her cat staying with his lady love. 'Hey,' she thought, 'at least someone is getting lovins.' She smiled at the cats again and turned to leave.