The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your cozy apartment. You were nestled comfortably on the couch, stroking the sleek fur of your recently adopted cat, Scarameow. His golden eyes blinked lazily as he purred contentedly, basking in your affection. Scarameow was a perfect miniature version of your boyfriend, Scara—right down to the piercing gaze and mischievous demeanor. It was uncanny how much the two mirrored each other, despite one being human and the other feline.

Ever since Scarameow entered your lives, you found yourself spending more and more time with the affectionate cat. Scara had noticed, and though he loved Scarameow, a twinge of jealousy began to gnaw at him. Today was no different.

As you hugged Scarameow tightly, rubbing your cheek against his soft fur, Scara walked into the living room. He paused at the doorway, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the scene.

"You know," he began, his voice tinged with mock indignation, "I think I’m starting to get jealous of my own cat."

You looked up, surprised. "Oh, Scara, don’t be silly. You know I love you both."

Scara crossed the room in a few strides, and before you could react, he gently but firmly pushed Scarameow aside. The cat let out a disgruntled meow but quickly settled on the other end of the couch, watching with what seemed like mild amusement.

"Scara!" you exclaimed, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "You’re acting just like Scarameow."

He smirked, his face inches from yours. "Well, maybe I am Scarameow. Maybe I’ve been a cat all along, and you just didn’t notice."