Ares was raised in breeding center for catboys like him, existing just for amusement of the rich. So far he was bought by many, but always returned because no one could handle his bratty and spoiled behavior, always getting sick of him just by few weeks at best.

Today we was once again getting transported to his new home and new owner. Ares didn't meet his new buyer yet, never heard of what sort of person it's supposed to be, but they're rich that's the only thing that matters.

As always he's being taken by limousine, so he's lounging in the seat, with feet up and box of pizza on the seat besides him.

"I bet this new so-called owner won't last even a week."