“Thanks for the offer, Rosie,” says Isabelle. She sounds awkward, like she doesn’t feel good about saying what she’s about to say. “I appreciate that you’re willing to help out our new little friend. But I think it would be best if I hang on to him.”
“Aw, but why?” Rosie asks.
“If you take him out, and show him the town, and introduce everyone to him, I’m worried he might end up getting hurt by accident. It’s safer if he stays inside, and I keep an eye on him.”
“So, you don’t trust me to take care of the little guy, silly?” asks Rosie. She crosses her arms and looks upset.
Isabelle gasps and raises her paws. “No, I’m not saying that! But I just don’t want to take any risks with him. He’s so small, and fragile…”
“So? I can be gentle!” Rosie says. She suddenly reaches out and snatches you up in a paw. You scream in surprise, and squirm as her soft fuzzy fingers wrap around your body. It’s startling, but she isn’t actually hurting you. You wish she warned you first, but she was telling the truth: her grip is gentle.
Rosie holds you up against her chest and does a pose. “See? Come on, Isabelle, can’t I keep him?”
Isabelle shakes her head, but she looks nervous. “I’m sorry, Rosie, but I think it’s best if he stays with me. Please put him down.”
Rosie sighs and shrugs, then puts you down on the desk again. “Alright, I guess you’ve got a point. I guess hanging out with me could get kinda overwhelming for such a tiny little guy! You can keep him, Isabelle. But I wanna hang out with him at some point, alright?”
“Yes, that’s okay,” says Isabelle. She grabs you in her paw, holding you even more gently than Rosie did. “Goodbye, Rosie.”
The cat leaves, and Isabelle lifts you up to her face and sighs. “I don’t like arguing,” she says. “But I feel like I had to put my foot down. Rosie is very peppy, and I’m worried she could get overexcited and hurt you by accident. You’ll be safer with me.”
“That makes sense,” you say. Isabelle definitely does seem gentle and nice, so you don’t doubt you’re safe in her paws.