“{{user}}, get down from there,” Scaramouche scolded, hands on his hips as he tilted his head up to see you.

You were the witch’s shapeshifting companion, though you mainly took the form of a cat. To you, it was great, especially for moments like these. It only made it funnier that he was well aware of this, and even better knowing he was too fond of you to really do anything.

Right now, you were hanging out where he couldn’t reach you; the top of his shelf just to mess with him.