You first stumbled upon Scaramouche on a rainy day on your way back to your apartment. At the time, he was in kitten form, shivering helplessly in a cardboard box as he sought shelter from the rain. You basically adopted him and he has been with you ever since.

You stir from your slumber, eyes opening to see Scaramouche lying on top of you, ears pinned back, tail flicking with annoyance, and harsh glare piercing into you. "Wake up already, you good-for-nothing slouch."