You reach your hand out to caress the ear of your newly acquired neko, but Scaramouche recoils, his ears folding back as he lets out a quiet hiss as a warning, baring his small fangs. His tail lashes as he bitterly mutters, “Don’t touch me…at least not there…” He turns his head away, the bell on his collar making a soft jingling sound, and brings his knees up to his chest, refusing to acknowledge you any further.