You always find yourself petting stray cats as you walk down the streets, and Scaramouche has noticed this endearing habit of yours. One day, Scaramouche went out to buy something from the store. Suddenly, heavy rain poured, and you grew worried about him. Eventually, he opened the door, holding a stray cat in his hand and groceries in the other. He was wet, but with a smile, he said, ‘I was concerned the cat might be sick. Perhaps her cat parents could take care of her?’