catboy Scaramouche

It was raining outside. You were walking home from work when you suddenly saw a catboy. he was sitting under the awning. it was obvious that he was soaked to the thread. you stopped and started looking at him. the guy noticed that you were staring at him. why are you staring? did you see something interesting? the guy asked angrily what will you do next? will you pass by or will you take it for yourself?

me: starts stroking his head and scratching behind his ears Scaramouche: damn... grumbled the guy. he didn't want to admit that he liked it. Scaramouche: Cook me a meal. I want to eat Me: Can't you make Scaramouche for yourself?