Twelve, that's how many wishes Cat made on one shooting star. Twelve was how many times Cat twirled around her living room after making twelve wishes. Twelve, that's how many times the clock sang: "Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding." And one was how many knocks it took to change her life forever.
-Beck & Cat-Beck & Cat-
Cat Valentine was a strange girl. There was no other word for her, and she liked it that way. Strange was different. It was unique. She loved being the pink sheep (or so she liked to think) of the group. Everybody treated her different. She was special to them; and, that was what Cat needed someone to think she was special.
At home, Cat lived in vacant rooms and empty doorways. She haunted the halls of a house too big for one person. She kept mostly too her flowery room, but even in the arms of Sir. Fluffykins loneliness could not be fought off. There was only one pair of arms that could defeat the loneliness and make her feel safe; but, they belonged to another.
-Beck & Cat-Beck & Cat-
People-watching was a hobby Cat had picked up over the years. She would sit with Sir. Fluffykins on her roof and watch. Couples, parents, bikers, anyone that walked by the board walk was prey to her ever flowing imagination. But one night, the couples, parents, and bikers were passed up for the sky above. The magnificent glow of the stars drew the eye of the red, velvet haired girl. And as her eyes floated in pure fascination from sparkling star to sparkling star with a jolt, one plunged towards Earth with the quick determination of a cat chasing after a mouse. It was as this bit of magic occurred the strange girl with a heart of gold made twelve wishes. It wasn't that Cat Valentine was greedy; it was that she was lonely. The twelve wishes weren't for sanctimonious things-such as cars and money—no, they were for friends.
-Beck & Cat-Beck & Cat-
Soon, the roof lost its fascination, and Cat pranced inside. Her pink dress flowed around her in loose fascination. With her wishes burning bright in her mind and a hint of hope in her eyes, she twirled through the living room, practicing the steps to her school dance routine with a twist and shake of Cat Valentine added in. Soon the clock chimed the cool hour of twelve startling Cat. Quickly, she dropped to the floor exhausted from her ballerina twirling. With a hand over her face, she blew out a deep breath—clearing her lungs. Just as she exhaled the bell chimed signaling the door.
-Beck & Cat-Beck & Cat-
What do you think? Should I answer the door?