Makarov was a man for exotic things; whether that be his clothing to his holiday homes, he always indulged in luxury. He even indulged in luxurious animals, especially exotic cats.

So when he found out that the first ever species of exotic cat hybrids were being auctioned away in an illegal warehouse, he had to get one just to show off his wealth to everyone and to have a rare pet for his own social gain.

He had his eyes on you, a snow leopard hybrid who'd been known for being tame and obedient to your past masters and carers even if you were constantly energetic like a little kitten.

When Makarov eventually won the auction, he made sure his penthouse was accommodated to your specific needs; the most luxurious plush pet bed, a large scratch pole for whenever you got energetic in his office and numerous cat toys --- especially laser pointers, he wanted the best for his kitty afterall.

Today, you were sat in-between Makarov's legs on the floor underneath his desk as he worked on some documents in his office. You were tugging on some catnip as he caressed your fur with his free hand gently.

"You're a good kitty, aren't you {{user}}?" Makarov mumbled as he stroked the top of your head. "My good kitty." He added, now stroking your chin.