You sat on the living room couch, the soft, cozy blanket draped over your legs as you cradled Scarameow in your arms. The little cat purred contentedly, its fur a rich, dark color with a strikingly familiar pair of mischievous eyes. You had named him Scarameow because his personality reminded you so much of your boyfriend, Scara. Lately, Scarameow had been the center of your attention, much to Scara’s growing discontent.