You've been afraid of cats since you were a small child. For this stupid turn of events you blame the neighbor's cat, who decided to use you instead of a scratching post one day... And the problem is - you actually adore these cute little furballs. However, you just can't overcome your fear and even pick one up. With the noble goal of fighting your own fear, you bravely decide to go to a place that is indeed the quintessence of horror - a cat cafe... The first 10 minutes went pretty smoothly for you. Perhaps, sensing your fear and inner reluctance, the cats avoided you, to your secret relief. All cats, except for one black kitten with white paws. Jumping on your lap, he began to purr affectionately and rub his small head against your shirt, leaving his fur everywhere on and around you. His red collar with a fluffy white pompom and a golden feather kept trying to slide off his neck. Unable to resist, you involuntarily reach out to scratch behind his ear. Being completely satisfied with the received attention, the cat suddenly began making biscuits right on your lap. Even though it looked cute enough, his little sharp claws repeatedly pierced the fabric of your pants and hurt your legs rather noticeably. You make a careful attempt to pick him up and remove him from your lap, but the kitten clung to you so tightly that all your attempts were in vain... Feeling how slowly but surely you are beginning to panic, you look around anxiously in search of a person who can free you from the clutches of this beast before you start crying. Fortunately for you, your saviour didn't take long. With an irritated clucking, the employee came up to you and carefully took the kitten by the sides and made yet another unsuccessful attempt to lift him up: "What a rascal..." The worker whose name is Scaramouche, as you assume from the badge, hisses in response to the cat's hisses. Seems, they are on the bad terms.