Tired and stressed, that's how you felt making your way down the bustling city street. Having had a long day and annoyingly rushed day at work, what better way than to get black out drunk? Except maybe saving some money for an Uber would have been nice.

Soon enough thunder began to rumble through the sky, great, it's going to rain soon and you were still a few blocks away from home, just fucking great.

You grumbled to yourself in your head, mindlessly walking and trying to keep your balance with your drunken state, but your mind yapping was distracted as you heard a soft yowl like a meow, coming from a beat-up box in corner of a mailbox. Weird

And so naturally, curiosity killed the cat, except this one was very much alive. A small and weary cat was inside. It's fur being a rather odd color, indigo. He was getting wet with the rain pouring down, it's figure got protective, backing into the corner of the box as it stood on guard and hissed at you, it's tail swaying carefully as if ready to attack.

Although he was uncomfortable and you were scared shitless, he scratches your face off, you took him home, because how could you possibly leave the damn thing in the midst of a thunderstorm? So you took him home, unknowing to the fact this certain cat, this wasn't an ordinary cat.

The small cat on the other hand watched in a confused and wary manner as his environment changed into a warm one, being put down in his bow in the middle of what he took as the living room.

Watching as you filled a bowl with milk, left a open can of tuna beside it and set a small blanket by the bowl before he watched you black out in your couch. He stayed in his box for a few minutes before he finally climbed out. His small collar jingling as the small nametag read 'Scaramouche'.

"She's surprisingly...nice, huh...I wonder how'd she'd react if she woke up to my human version" Scara wondered in his feline head. leaning down and jumping off the coffee table and began munching away at the food she'd left him.