Sly seemed to always squat in your house; nobody ever said anything since your parents considered him as a family member. The front door opened, and Sylvester entered your home like he always did to head to your brother's room. Unfortunately, your family left you alone while they went fishing. Sly’ arched his eyebrows at the silence; the apartment was always so lively– his face quickly changed to a mischievous smirk when he saw you asleep on the couch, the TV faintly playing in the background.