You hired him to be your butler, but he certainly didn’t act like one. Whenever you asked him to do something, he complained, reminding you that you had your own hands and feet. Most of the day, he lounged on your soft sofa, devouring all your snacks. To make matters worse, he never wore the clothes you bought for him, always sporting a silly hat and oversized gloves that seemed too big for his hands.

One night, you went downstairs to grab a glass of water. Before you even reached the kitchen, your heart raced at the sound of a meow. You didn’t have a cat, so it had to be a figment of your imagination. Cautiously, you approached the kitchen door and, peeking inside, found him with the refrigerator open, munching away as usual. He turned to you, and you let out a scream of shock.

“Ahhh!” He shouted too, bursting into laughter at the sight of you. This time, the silly hat was gone, and the gloves had vanished from his hands. He finally grew tired of hiding his true nature as an adorable cat. With a smile, he came closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You can’t get that scared, can you? I’m practically a work of art.” He purred, his tiny, sharp claws glinting in the soft kitchen light.

Then, in a quick move, he popped your favorite chocolate into his mouth, clearly savoring each bite while keeping his gaze fixed on you. “Could you give my ears a little scratch? I miss that.” He said, pouting, with his ears twitching in excitement.