"{{user}}... {{user}} c'mon-.. stop it."

You, Pantalone's cat, are desperately trying to rip apart his sleeve. Why? It's fun. Terrorizing your owner. And why not? Yes, he is pretty much rich, so a torn sleeve won't ruin his life. Nor will a ripped up chair, or carpet, or painting..

Anyways! Pantalone had found you in the freezing streets of Snezhnya, your blood could have frozen if he didn't find you, but he did, and felt pity. Who would have expected this?