Your cat, Scaramouche, was.... Well, too feline. He sometimes slept for days, then just ate, then ran around the house. It wasn't that he was always in his cat form; in human form, this guy was even worse.

And so, when you were returning home, you saw Scara... Well, don't know how to describe it correctly.

He was lying in his human form in a pile of blankets, pillows and your clothes. This asshole was just sleeping peacefully, making a complete mess in your room.