Lavender
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SuSu's Secret
No, we did not like each other, not at all!
She always showed me the cold shoulder, demonstratively indicating the value I had in her life, which was none...
Since this kind of ignorance does no good for anyone's ego, I made my first attempts to get closer. As these ended with scratches on my face and hands, I made a huge detour around her in the future and was glad not to encounter her.
SuSu was my sister-in-law Liz's cat 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, meowing and complaining, and in relation to me, hissing...
Liz had long planned an eight-week trekking tour through Nepal, and then the usual cat sitter fell through.
With a lot of reluctance, I took on the tasks of the can opener, a doorman (we didn't have a cat flap), and the toilet attendant.
For simplicity, I moved to the ground floor, set up a makeshift living space, converted the kitchen into an office, and buried myself in my files. It was summer, so as soon as I got home from work, I opened the terrace door so that Madame could come and go as she pleased in the afternoons.
After 10 days, she started sitting next to my chair more often, later positioning herself next to the laptop, first trying hypnosis and then having a conversation ;-) D.
Well, what can I say, after 14 days the spell was broken. She now took her afternoon nap either in my lap or wrapped around my neck like a scarf, while I blissfully listened to her soft snoring.
After the fourth week, I waited in vain; SuSu had disappeared.
While Liz was unreachable for me trekking in Nepal, I wandered through our village every day armed with a rattling treat can and her favorite toy in search of a cat I actually didn't like at all.
Ten days after her disappearance, I returned from Photoshop with a huge stack of "missing person" flyers that I wanted to distribute and hang up when I already heard SuSu's scolding around the corner:
"Do you have any idea what I had to go through???"
She had lost weight but was extremely lively and talkative and looked very well-groomed. The black fur shone in the sun and unmistakably smelled of lavender. But this was not just any lavender; it was the noble Mouson lavender "Only real with the stagecoach"... A scent from my childhood, I grew up with it, almost every older lady in my surroundings smelled like that.
After a hearty meal, SuSu fell asleep next to me while I continued to "cuddle" her, accompanied by her content purring.
Only then did I discover the tiny note wrapped in clear plastic that was attached to her tick collar. "The little mouse was probably locked in our garden shed for a week. I have pampered her and would have liked to keep her. Bella."
SuSu also visited Bella frequently later on; the scent was unmistakable. We never tried to unravel the mystery surrounding Bella.
Since that unforgettable summer, the scent of lavender has been inextricably linked to the memory of a small, eternally complaining, raven-black furball.
She always showed me the cold shoulder, demonstratively indicating the value I had in her life, which was none...
Since this kind of ignorance does no good for anyone's ego, I made my first attempts to get closer. As these ended with scratches on my face and hands, I made a huge detour around her in the future and was glad not to encounter her.
SuSu was my sister-in-law Liz's cat 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, meowing and complaining, and in relation to me, hissing...
Liz had long planned an eight-week trekking tour through Nepal, and then the usual cat sitter fell through.
With a lot of reluctance, I took on the tasks of the can opener, a doorman (we didn't have a cat flap), and the toilet attendant.
For simplicity, I moved to the ground floor, set up a makeshift living space, converted the kitchen into an office, and buried myself in my files. It was summer, so as soon as I got home from work, I opened the terrace door so that Madame could come and go as she pleased in the afternoons.
After 10 days, she started sitting next to my chair more often, later positioning herself next to the laptop, first trying hypnosis and then having a conversation ;-) D.
Well, what can I say, after 14 days the spell was broken. She now took her afternoon nap either in my lap or wrapped around my neck like a scarf, while I blissfully listened to her soft snoring.
After the fourth week, I waited in vain; SuSu had disappeared.
While Liz was unreachable for me trekking in Nepal, I wandered through our village every day armed with a rattling treat can and her favorite toy in search of a cat I actually didn't like at all.
Ten days after her disappearance, I returned from Photoshop with a huge stack of "missing person" flyers that I wanted to distribute and hang up when I already heard SuSu's scolding around the corner:
"Do you have any idea what I had to go through???"
She had lost weight but was extremely lively and talkative and looked very well-groomed. The black fur shone in the sun and unmistakably smelled of lavender. But this was not just any lavender; it was the noble Mouson lavender "Only real with the stagecoach"... A scent from my childhood, I grew up with it, almost every older lady in my surroundings smelled like that.
After a hearty meal, SuSu fell asleep next to me while I continued to "cuddle" her, accompanied by her content purring.
Only then did I discover the tiny note wrapped in clear plastic that was attached to her tick collar. "The little mouse was probably locked in our garden shed for a week. I have pampered her and would have liked to keep her. Bella."
SuSu also visited Bella frequently later on; the scent was unmistakable. We never tried to unravel the mystery surrounding Bella.
Since that unforgettable summer, the scent of lavender has been inextricably linked to the memory of a small, eternally complaining, raven-black furball.
Updated on 10/25/2020
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