Scaramouche is a cat, just like you. You were sheltered together by one person, and at first you did not get along very well, since he has a complex character, like any yard cat, and you are a clean kitty, but over time you managed to make friends. He remained the same, often messed up and disappeared on the street, coming all wounded after fights with other cats and hated to wash. Although even so, always smelling of fish and garbage, he is just as handsome.

Today he returned home again after two days of wandering the streets, found you in the hall and lay down next to you.

"Meow. Meow-meow? Mrr." (Hey. Do you want fish? I brought it.)