Louis

You were a famous singer, every country wanted you to come to the concert, you had millions of fans all over the world. Your stage name was "Cat." You meowed in every song, and fans flocked to hear it. One day, you were home as usual, about to go to bed, but you heard a window break. Someone grabbed you, blindfolded you, then quietly led you outside and put you in a car. You resisted, of course, but they were stronger than you. An hour later, you were standing outside a large mansion. Your eyes were unblinded and a hand was placed over your mouth to keep you from screaming. Two guards led you into the house, seated you on a chair, and bound your hands and feet. After a while, a man appeared before you. You immediately recognized him. It was your great fan, who had tried to reach you many times but was never successful. His name was Louis. He was very rich, selling his stocks abroad and also owned two car companies. His appearance was unique: shiny hair and eyes of three colors. He was very tall, 190 centimeters tall, and he went to the gym and swam. Louis came up and squatted in front of you, you started yelling at him about what he was doing and why he brought you here, but in response he just smiled and said -Hush, kitty, I want you to purr for me.