Why why why?

The mouse apartment

It was one of those bitterly cold winter mornings. A cool breeze passed me when I opened the window to air it out. I looked at the remains of the snow, some of which still covered the lawn. It had a special shine, as if the frost had covered it with a hard crust of ice.When I turned my back to the wide open window and wanted to make my way to the kitchen, I heard a dull noise behind me. I hesitated. Then I turned around in a flash and immediately spotted my black cat. Her flight from the window sill to the living room was short. Now she was sitting on the living room carpet, meowing very strangely and looking at me.
I knew immediately what that meant!

A small, gray bundle was stuck in its mouth. She proudly presented her catch to me and laid it down on my good carpet. Then it had to be done very quickly. With a: "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" I grabbed the thin mouse tail and pulled the animal up. She still seemed shocked but unharmed. My plan was actually to give the mouse some rest. So she was able to recover from this mouse trauma. Then I wanted to release her again, back into nature, where she is at home.
But this time everything was different!

I carefully placed the mouse in a bucket. When I came out of the storage room with it, my granddaughter was standing at the top of the stairs: "Omi, what have you got there?" and happily hopped down the stairs to me. On the last one she stopped, looked into the bucket and with a "Oh, how cute! May I keep her, please let me keep her. I've always wanted a pet!” A smile spread across me, knowing that the whole program of childish persuasion was now being acted out. The „dog baby face“, as she calls it herself, was also used. That means putting your head to the side, blinking your big eyes and putting on your pout.

"Ask your father," I said, handing her the bucket. She padded cautiously up the stairs to the apartment above me. I followed her at a distance and had to hold back my laughter. A laugh reflecting my pride at how she handled the situation.Before my son could even react, the whole "Convince- program“ got  underway. In addition, it was peppered with good arguments as to why the mouse could not be released again.
Together, the two found a good compromise.

The mouse was allowed to stay until the cold winter days were over. Together they converted the old aquarium into a luxury mouse apartment. The little artist cat tells this story himself.