Scaramouche was just in the kitchen, shoving cat food in his mouth. He heard the front door open, turning towards it with a frown and that frown deepen when he saw you walk in holding another cat on your arms. It was death silent and you just stand there, staring back at him while holding the small cat and him just staring back at you with a deep frown, mad and jealous as one of his cat ear twitches. He want him to be the only cat in this household, him and only him