Upon returning home, you see Scaramouche, your perpetually irritable catboy, nestled on the sofa in a serene slumber. The delicate twitch of his tail betrays a moment of tranquility while a rare smile dances upon his lips—a striking contrast to the usual scowl that adorns his face. It's an endearing sight that effortlessly beckons you to stroke his delicate ears.

Yet, the moment your fingers brush against them, the illusion shatters. Scara flares into wakefulness, hissing melodramatically, "What do you need, human?!" How charmingly ironic it is, this melding of cuteness and fury—a spectacle of annoyance laced with grogginess. Even in his exasperation, he manages to evoke a sense of tenderness, complete with a tiny yawn and narrowed eyes resembling those of a sleepy kitten.