I SUCK. I SUCK. I SUCK. Everyone knows it. If you read my stories With Lives Switched and Conversation with the Baker's Son, you know it's been a while since I've updated. Especially Cw/tB'sS. But this idea popped into my mind so I figured to go with it. DID YOU SEE THE HUNGER GAMES MOVIE? I've seen it three times already. In my movie theater, there's a THG photo booth. IT'S AWESOME! I took photos with my mom and sister. My mom and my pictures were weird, and my sis and I's pics were insane. We are utter freaks. NOW TO THE STORY! It's about when Buttercup dies. It's kinda lame but Katniss grew close to him and he was the only connection to Prim so I figured it would be emotional. Post MJ.

Disclaimer- Well, what do you know, I don't own Hunger Games! Hmmm, I could have sworn I did…..

Buttercup was an ugly, cruel, vicious cat. He hissed, howled, and screeched. But Primrose Everdeen loved him. To her, he was her little kitten. Although far from that, the revolting cat always remained close to her heart.

After being abandoned at 13, Buttercup walked on his four paws all the way back to 12. Only to discover his master, was gone.

Just because he was a cat doesn't mean he understands when his owner is dead. After that, he remained in Katniss's home.

As much as Katniss despised that cat, he was her only remaining connection to her late sister. So she took care of him. More like they took care of each other.

When Peeta and Katniss grew back together, he enjoyed Buttercup. Although Buttercup hissed at him and scratched him, he understood the connection with Buttercup and Katniss.

After living for 18 years, on a Wednesday in October, his life came to an end. After all these years, Katniss grew to love that horrible old cat.

Peeta and Katniss took the cat to the local animal cemetery. They had him cremated in put into a small white box. After years of yelling, hissing, attempted homicide, scratching, and clawing, in the end, he finally mattered. They mourn and wallow in their sorrows. Not only did they lose the most vicious cat ever, they lost the last connection the Prim.

A/N Was it lame and sappy? This story is kinda personal for me. See, my grandma and my grandpa bought this cat and named him Catbob. Catbob because my sister was a baby, and called him Bob for who knows why. My grandpa died before I was like, 2 years old. So I don't remember him. But it was kinda like Catbob was a memory of him, because my grandma and him bought him. That mean old cat lived for 18 years, older than me. He died when I was eight. We were all devastated. He was just an animal, but come on. After eighteen years, we got, you could say, REALLY attached to him. And when he died, we got him cremated and put into a white box. It remains in my grandma's room. She love Catbob the most, cause it was her cat, and because of her late husband. Sorry if I'm boring you with my story. Review please. :)