What problems can our friendly family face if they decide to tame the biggest cat in the city, which was used to walk on his own before? How to accustom your new furry pet to the litter box? The answer to this burning question and other unanswered questions you will find in the next episode:

Astarion Junior had a mouthful of candies and was trying to chew them with a serious expression on his face while waving to his father, who was watching him from the window. Astarion Lord grinned at his heir's chocolate-stained face and waved back. The cat fluffed himself up, got to his feet, shook himself off, and climbed onto Astarion's shoulder, clawing at the fabric of his luxurious camisole. Catleone made an attempt to clean himself (a cat who rejects washing after eating, as everyone knows, is instantly stripped of all feline titles and ranks, becomes an apostate and a heretic in his own eyes, and Catleone, of course, realized the importance of this ancient ritual), but the back paw of the huge cat slipped treacherously off the Lord's shoulder, leaving small designer scratches on Astarion's camisole. Astarion nobly pretended not to notice the clumsiness of his furry companion, put up a hand and returned Catleone's hind paw to a steady and appropriate position. Sceleritas looked through the window at this point and Astarion grinned predatorily as he caught his gaze. The cat stopped cleaning himself and turned his head in sync with Astarion, his large yellow eyes with vertical pupils looking at Scleritas as if he were prey.

- How much grain do you have in your barns, Lord Astarion, if the rats are so big in the yard? - The cat meowed, looking at Sceleritas. - Or is it your pet that no one petted because of its ugliness and it started killing?

- This is Sceleritas, servant to my beloved consort, Bhaal's daughter, and an extremely annoying nuisance. - Astarion snorted contemptuously. - Look, my furry friend, no matter how he strokes you, you have no idea where he's been picking with those hands...” Astarion contemplated the expression of utter contempt on the cat's face after his words with curiosity, finding it somewhat satisfying that finally someone shared his irritation.

- He can pet me twice in his life, once with his left hand and once with his right... - the cat hissed. - Uh, ahem... - after a while the cat fidgeted on Astarion's shoulder. - Where is the cat's restroom in your castle?

- The restroom? - The Lord raised an eyebrow and his expression became ironic, with a hint of amusement. With the cat on his shoulder, Astarion swung open the door to Sceleritas' room. - Perhaps this could be a good place for a cat's restroom? What do you think, my predatory pet?

- Dignified, dignified... I approve. A decent sized cat litter box with a pillow that can be ripped up afterwards... Purrr... A moment of privacy, my Lord...” The cat jumped off Astarion's shoulder and straight into Sceleritas' bed and began fiddling with the sheets with his paws.

- Of course. You can find me in the throne room. And soon I will introduce you to the most beautiful woman on earth, when my consort returns from shopping... - Astarion closed the door to the room, setting the cat aside in solitude. His expression softened, and he smiled softly at his thoughts. He walked into the throne room, but changed his mind about sitting on the throne, looked out the window, took the form of a bat to cover the distance faster and flew to Figaro's store, deciding that he should make sure that his beloved didn't have to carry alone the mountain of dresses she would surely buy there.

In the morning, Dark Urge woke up to a feeling of heaviness and vibration on her chest, as well as the fact that there was cat hair in her nose and it was necessary to sneeze. “Who's purring in here?” - Dark Urge said in surprise, sneezing and opening her eyes. The huge black cat that had been snoozing on her chest opened his yellow eyes, stretched, rested his front paws on the DU's face, and yawned, opening his mouth wide. “Who's purring? You, of course!” Replied the cat, settling back down and wagging his tail. “All night you purred so hard, I couldn't sleep in the next room. No, I get it, a handsome guy like me also had all the cats purring, but not that much, not that much...” A slight note of envy flashed in the cat's voice. “How does Astarion manage to spend so long... scratching behind the ear?” The cat looked away thoughtfully, lifted a hind paw and began to lick himself, continuing to sit on Dark Urge's chest and not waiting for an answer.

One life, one love - until the world falls down.