Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263 I’m Not Judging Your

Chapter 263 I’m Not Judging You

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“Last time, when he took that cat in for neutering, he brought it to the office–and left it in my office, of all places. The dumb thing insisted on sleeping in my lap, and in the end, it napped there all afternoon.”

What Louis didn’t say was that the British Shorthair had even rolled over, belly up, asking to be petted. When he ignored it, the cat leapt onto his desk and sprawled across the keyboard, getting in the way of his work. He was forced to type with one hand while the other petted the little nuisance.

“I was thinking about getting a pet too, but I didn’t realize you didn’t like animals,” Freya said, a little disheartened. She’d always wanted to keep small pets.

“It’s not that I don’t like them. But ones as dumb as his cat need a proper education,” Louis said, then turned to her. “You want to get a cat?”

“Nope, I want to start with mice,” Freya replied without hesitation.

“Mice? Like hamsters?” Louis immediately pictured a round, fluffy ball of fur curled up all day–either eating or sleeping. If it was a hamster, well, that didn’t sound too bad.

“Of course not. I mean fancy mice.”

“Fancy mice? What even is that?” For once, Louis looked genuinely puzzled. He had no mental image of such a creature at all.

Freya had originally planned to explain, but after a moment’s thought, she realized it wasn’t easy to put into words. So she pulled out her phone, looked it up, and read aloud to Louis, “Fancy mouse, also known as piebald mice or cow–patterned mice, have fur colored in black and white, like a cow. The most common coloring is chocolate or black from the forelimbs to the head–called a ‘hood‘–with a mostly white back often speckled with black spots or a single black stripe. Their long tails are roughly body–length and usually have black patches

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Due to long–term domestication, fancy mice don’t follow the usual mouse behavior of sleeping during the day and being active at night. They adjust to their owner’s schedule.

If raised from a young age, they recognized their humans. Males were generally more docile and easier to train. Fancy mice were very clean. After eating or drinking, they groomed themselves thoroughly. But if the space wasn’t well–ventilated, it was best to keep the cage extra clean, or the smell got intense.

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Fancy mice were extremely gentle. Unless they were hurt, they usually didn’t bite. They could sense how their owner treated them. But if the mouse hadn’t been raised by the same person from a young age, it wasn’t recommended to handle it too much.

Louis asked, with near certainty, “You’ve had them before, haven’t you?”

“Yep! I used to have two–one was a husky–patterned mouse, and the other was Siamese. Both were super cute,” Freya nodded, her tone warm with nostalgia.

“The husky one was incredibly gentle. I could squish it all I wanted and it never bit me. The Siamese had a bit more of a temper and didn’t like being touched, but even then, it just tolerated me–never once tried to bite.”

Then her tone dipped slightly, tinged with sadness. “The only downside to these little guys is their short lifespan. Two years, give or take.”

Louis freed one hand to ruffle her hair. “If you like them, get them. One’s not enough? Get two. If you want other animals too, go for it. We’ll just hire someone to take care of them- it’s fine. The house we buy later will have plenty of room anyway.”

“Great! Then one cat, one dog, two fancy mice, and one hamster. How about that?”

Louis nodded. “Sounds good.”

Freya beamed sweetly; finding someone like Louis who actually cared–it was such a blessing.

The next afternoon, Louis was preparing to leave. Waylon, who must’ve resolved whatever had been bothering him, came to pick him up. He looked to be in high spirits and handed Freya a gift box as soon as he saw her.

“Freya, thanks again for yesterday. There’s not much around here worth gifting, so I just bought some cookies. When you’re back, I’ll thank you properly. Or if there’s anything you want, just say the word.”

“No need to be so formal. It wasn’t a big deal. Just focus your efforts on Jasmine,” Freya said as she accepted the box. “Drive safe, both of you.”

“Mm, don’t worry.” Louis reached over and patted Freya’s head, his tone carrying a faint trace of reluctance.

“Go on, get moving. Driving at night’s not great,” she said, urging them along.

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