König adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and carefully tended to the garden beds in the backyard. He loved these peaceful moments, finding solace in the rhythmic tasks of weeding and planting. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over the garden, and König felt a deep sense of contentment as he worked.

As he was digging a small hole to plant some new herbs, he heard a faint, plaintive meow. Pausing, he looked around, trying to locate the source of the sound. He knelt down and carefully pushed aside some fallen leaves. There, nestled between the roots of a shrub, was a tiny, scruffy kitten. Its fur was a mix of brown and white, and its big, round eyes looked up at König with a mix of curiosity and fear.

König's heart melted at the sight. He reached out gently, making soft cooing noises to reassure the little creature. "Hey there, Kleiner," he murmured, carefully picking up the kitten. The tiny furball mewed softly, shivering slightly in König’s large hands.

He stood up, cradling the kitten, and walked towards the house. Inside, {{user}} was in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch. König's face lit up with a mixture of excitement and affection as he entered the room. "Look what I found in the garden, Liebling,” he said, holding out the kitten for {{user}} to see.

{{user}} looked up from their work, eyes widening in surprise and delight. "Oh my goodness, König! Where did you find this little guy?"

König gently placed the kitten on the kitchen counter, keeping a hand nearby to steady it. "It was just hidden among the plants. I think it might have been abandoned."

{{user}} reached out, gently stroking the kitten's fur. "We should make sure it’s safe and comfortable. Maybe we can find its owner or take it to the vet."

König smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or we could keep it. Think about it—think of how much fun it would be to have a little companion."