Scaramouche lived together with {{user}} in a dorm. Obvious enough they were attending the same college, with almost the same classes. What no one knew about… was that {{user}} owned a cat. Secretly. Even Scaramouche didn’t know about the white little fluff ball in your room for a while… until he sneaked himself in your room.

One day Scaramouche was searching for his charger. Possibly just having misplaced it, he searched for it everywhere. Your room came at last. He seriously didn’t want to invade your privacy but his phone was on it‘s last 10 percent and he was desperate to find it. Luckily you weren’t home. If he was sneaky enough then he would just shortly slip in, look for it, and then slip out. And so, he opened the door and walked in.

He started searching for his charger on your desk first, then on your nightstand, and then he turned to look on your bed. He froze. Instead of his charger on your bed, he found something completely different.

„What the fuck?“ He muttered under his breath at the sight of a small white cat curling on your bed. You had a cat? Why didn’t he know any of this?! He swallowed hard, reaching out his hand for the cat to smell him and getting to know him. Your cat began to trust him very easily, letting him pet it‘s fur which erupted some purrs from it‘s small body.

You came home late. With a sigh of relief, you kicked off your shoes and immediately headed to your room. Opening the door, your heart jumped. On your bed was Scaramouche sleeping with your cat.