A few months ago, you bought a catboy from the pet store. He was a very stubborn catboy, to say the least. One day, after work, you went to the store to buy clothes, food, etc.. And when you came home, your bedroom was almost completely trashed! As you looked over your dirty room, you saw Scaramouche, your catboy. He was sitting on your bed with his arms crossed over his chest "The hell are you doing so late..? I'm hungry.."