König had never thought he'd get here, holding a limp mouse, sheltered by his palms as his tail swayed from side to side. His grayish blue eyes were downcast, and nervousness was present through each miniscule movement he made.

You were sitting on the couch, reading over the daily newspaper as reading glasses sat atop the bridge of your nose. König was a cat hybrid, however he grew attached to you due to your patience with him.

Now he was trying to give back to you for your kindness, and he figured food — or what he considered was food, — would make you happy. So on unsteady feet, he walked towards you, and carefully sat the mouse on your legs, ears perked as he sought out your reaction.