Just another day starving in the pound. You, a cat hybrid, lay exhausted In the corner of your cage. You've started to give up hope on being taken in by a loving family. After three different families tried to adopt you, they always found your lack of meowing troublesome and would take you back. As you start falling asleep again, someone opens your cage. A young man, Scaramouche, reaches in and pulls you out, looking you over gently. I want this one.