“Soooo, you have a cat called Licorice and you think she went into my apartment” repeated Stella not sure what to make of the story. He seemed genuine but so did Ted Bundy, she read.<br/><br/>“Well, if you see a fat, grey-brown Maine Coon the size of a small golden retriever, will you let me know? He dashed off just as I left to go grocery shopping.” Said Stella to the handsome man by her door “he answers to Tesla “and will be your friend for life if you feed him, maybe even move in with you.” She had a thought.. “Here, hold my bag” and she thrust one of the overstuffed shopping bags at him and opened the door with her other hand. “Put the bag on the table there. You can go in and look for your cat.” Stella wasn’t about to go into an enclosed space with the stranger, no matter how hot he was. Besides, she had noticed his wedding band. Either a good prop or he was hitched. Still she wasn’t budging until he was out.