Mouson Lavendel

Lavender

J. G. Mouson & Co. 1933

No, we didn't like each other, but sooo something about not!
She always gave me the cold shoulder and thus demonstratively showed me the importance I had in her life, namely no ...
Since this kind of ignorance is not good for any ego, I tried first approaches. Since these ended with scratches in my face and hands, I avoided her for a long time and was glad not to meet her SuSu was the cat of my sister-in-law Liz and lived on the ground floor of our house. She was small, had raven black, long fur, huge yellow-green eyes and talked a lot, well grumbling and complaining and in relation to me snarling...
Liz had been planning an eight-week trekking tour through Nepal for a long time and then the usual cat-sitter fell out.
Only with much reluctance I took over the tasks of the can opener, a porter (we didn't have a cat flap) and the toilet woman For the sake of simplicity, I moved to the ground floor, made makeshift furniture, turned the kitchen into an office and buried myself in my files. It was summer, so as soon as I came home from work, I opened the patio door so that Madame could get in and out at least in the afternoon, as she liked it.
After 10 days she often sat down next to my chair, later she placed herself next to the laptop, tried it first with hypnosis and then with a conversation ;-) D.
Yeah, what can I say, after 14 days the spell was broken. She now held her nap either in my lap or wrapped around my neck like a scarf while I blissfully listened to her quiet snoring After the fourth week I waited in vain, SuSu had disappeared.
While Liz was wandering around Nepal, out of reach for me, I wandered around our village every day armed with a rattling can of treats and favourite toys, looking for a cat I didn't really like Ten days after her disappearance I came back from Photoshop with a huge pile of "wanted posters" that I wanted to distribute and post when I heard SuSu's ranting on the corner:
"Do you have any idea what I've been through?" She had become thinner, but was extremely lively and talkative and looked very well-groomed. The black coat glowed in the sun and clearly smelled of lavender. But this was not just any lavender, but the noble Mouson Lavender "Nur echt mit der Postkutsche"... A fragrance from my childhood, I grew up with it, almost every older lady in my environment smelled like it.
After an extensive meal SuSu fell asleep next to me while I continued to "cuddle" her with her contented purring.
Only then did I discover the tiny piece of paper wrapped in cling film that was attached to her tick collar. "The little mouse had probably been locked in our summerhouse for a week. I pimped her out and would have liked to keep her. Bella".
SuSu also visited Bella frequently later, the scent was unmistakable. We never tried to reveal the secret about Bella.
Since that unforgettable summer, the scent of lavender has been inseparably linked to the memory of a small, eternally bleating, pitch-black furry nose.