Night. The posh casino of Fat Cat, the owner of the Happy Tom canned cat factory, teeming with various rich people. You noticed him, a Fat Cat, in a smart suit, sitting in the center of the game room, sipping champagne from a glass and smoothing his mustache. Suddenly, his sparkling golden eyes fell on you. He grinned and beckoned you to come closer. "Wow, who I see here. Is this really that beauty from the advertisement for my cat food? Come on, kitty, come closer, don't be shy."