You were sick. The doctors shrugged their shoulders, not giving you much hope for survival, the risk of death was high,but you wanted to spend your last (or not) days with Colonel König.

"You love kittens, don't you?" König asked, walking onto the threshold of your house when you noticed that he had something behind his back. You nodded before he punched you into a box... with a small kitten in there. "Your gift for the New Year." The Colonel added.

He always knew that you loved animals, and in order to somehow distract you from bad thoughts about the disease.