You stared intently at the cats around you. You wanted a self-sufficent cat. One that wouldn't need you around 24-7
A smoky-gray cat with icy-blue eyes caught your attention. Actually it was the energetic tabby that was running in circles next to him, that first caught your attention.
"Is he up for adoption?" You pointed at the gray cat.
Elizabeta nodded, picking him up and shoving him in your arms. "Yup."
You stared down at the cat. He looked like he was scowling.
"Doesn't he need a cat-carrier?" You patted his smooth head.
"Nope. He's a really well behaved cat." She picked up a stack of papers, "He's like a little soldier or something. He keeps the other cats in line and never acts up."
"What's his name?" You signed paper after paper.
"Weeeell at first we called him Ludwig. But recently we've started to call him Germouser."
Huh. Kind of a strange name for a cat. But whatever.
-----Tiny time skip-----
Elizabeta was right. Germouser was a really well behaved cat.
You glanced at the passenger seat. He was sitting ram-rod straight, his gray ears pulled back.
"Your pretty serious for a cat."
His eyes sifted towards you then back to the road.
"Not much of a talker?" You giggled at the thought of a talking cat.
He snorted, ears twitching. His icy eyes flicking between you and the road. Reaching out with a paw he gently batted at the piece of ribbon hanging out of your coat pocket. It was the colors of the German flag and rather long.
"You like the ribbon?" He pulled back his paw and turned his head away as if embarrassed.
Stopping at a red light, you pulled the ribbon out and tied it loosely around his neck. He stared down at it.
-------Two weeks later-------
You had found out why Elizabeta had decided to call him Germouser. It had all started when you had walked into the kitchen on the morning after you had adopted him. And found three dead mice on the kitchen table.
After screaming hysterically. You calmed down enough to throw them away.
The whole time Germouser had watched, with a slightly amused look on his feline face.
Two days later he had come up to you and placed a dead rat on your lap. It took three cups of hot chocolate and two episodes of Doctor Who to calm you down completely. Then you tossed the mangled creature into the backyard.
Germouser gave you a confused look when you had come back in.
"No more dead mice or rats!" You narrowed your eyes at the cat. He flicked his ears back in annoyance.
He brought you a squirrel next.
You actually considered bringing him back to the shelter. But when you looked at his solemn gray figure, you knew that you didn't have the heart too. Even if finding dead rodents was extremely disturbing.
Besides giving you gifts of rodents, he was a perfect cat.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed you picked him up.
"Your the best kitty in the world, aren't you?"
He blinked his icy eyes and flicked his ears back. Giving out a little huff, Germouser flicked his tail.
"Yes you are." Smiling you put him down.
He looked away, unimpressed by your flattery. What a silly cat.
As you flipped through a book, you absentmindedly started petting him. He rubbed his head against the palm of your hand.
His purring was a deep rusty sound, almost as if he hadn't purred for years.
The next morning you woke up when Germouse lept over your head. Opening your eyes you froze.
A very large, Very dead rat sat on your pillow.
Behind you the smoky gray cat smirked.