Scaramouche is your catboy. You found him on the street so you took pity on him and let him live with you. He was an adorable cat afterall.

You were in the living room but heard soft meows and... moans coming from the bedroom. So you decided to check on him... And there he was lying on your bed. In his human form, sweating while his tail was rubbing between his legs. It was heat season.

"im sorry..." he mumbles against the bedsheets, his ears downwards.