Chapter 7
He is the most beautiful thing in the world.
My world, at least.
He is more beautiful than a splay of delicate butterflies flying in an intricate pattern to create a dazzling picture to contrast against a lush landscape.
He is more beautiful than the fat mouse I almost killed the other day.
He is like a tall, mysterious, alluring stranger that people just cannot help but get addicted to.
He is just so beautiful.
Woah. I shake my head, which sends fleas on the rollercoaster of their life.
That was one weird dream sequence.
I blink my eyes a couple times to wake myself up. I stretch my legs, and splash my tail around in the air to get my muscles warmed up.
I am a male cat. It is naturally an odd thought for me to dream about an attractive man. And it is most certainly strange since I have a very large kitty crush on a ravishing feline who lives in town. But may I assure you that I dream of such things because I like to collect pretty objects. I must admit that this hobby is quite peculiar. But aren't all hobbies peculiar? At least mine has a personal significance. I try to make up for my ugliness by collecting pretty things. So perhaps I can make myself feel better knowing that something in my life is pretty for once.
Ouch. That thought spread a tingle throughout my brain.
Deep thinking is most definitely not for the morning.
I decide to go for a little stroll outside. I wonder why I am sounding so sophisticated this morning.
You sound more sophisticated because your regular conscience is still snoozing, said my sophisticated thinking voice. I am Shirley, you're back up thinking voice, who happens to be sophisticated.
Am I going mental?
Cats don't go mental, you silly fur ball, said my newly awaken regular thinking voice.
I'm going back to bed, Shirley said.
I feel another tingle throughout my cranium.
Anywho, I decide to be a risk-taker today since I am not myself anyway. My first risk is to go to the meadow that is separated from the town by an electric fence.
Oooh, you're so risky today, Buttercup, says my thinking voice. You could be fried kitty if you don't pay attention to that electrified fence.
I am about to tell my thinking voice to shut its trap, when I slam right into the fence. I am so startled that my belch-colored fur sticks up as if I was electrocuted.
Are we dead? My thinking voice asks in a fearful whisper.
We almost were, thanks to you! I meow back to my annoying thinking voice. Now shut your blabber or else I am going to knock my head ten times against a plank of wood just to shut it for you!
Finally, my thinking voice decides to keep its mouth shut as I find a hole in the fence hidden by a brush.
The meadow is a little bit scary. Either paranoia is taking over, or I can really hear the footsteps of a terrifying monster. Either way, I decide to run for my life back home.
Where are we going? My annoying little brain bugger decides to ask.
I say "home," and then I meet the man of my dreams. Not in that way, of course.
It is the beautiful stranger in my dream last night. And I am sitting on his hunting boots. I can just feel the power of beauty vibrating off of him as I sit on his feet.
"Hello, cat," He says to me.
His dark hair looks so soft. I want to keep it.
His gray eyes are staring right into my eyes. They are so mesmerizing. I could sit here alllllll day long.
"You're so beautiful," I meow to him.
And then the unthinkable happens. He picks me up.
He would fit perfectly into my collection. I need to find a way to convince him to be part of it.
He is stroking my fur.
This moment is exactly like how I imagined it to be.
He is as beautiful as delicate butterflies swirling in the wind….
"Gale! Gale!" I hear a voice call out. It's Prim. "Have you seen a cat with yellow fur?"
As she gets close and closer, I rush to complete my dream.
He is as beautiful as a plump little mousey…
It's too late. She has arrived, and now I will never be able to complete my dream moment in reality.
She sighs in relief. "Gale. Thank goodness. You rescued Buttercup!"
Gale smiles and then admits, "I didn't recue him. He ran straight into me headfirst as if he was trying to escape a tiger." He chuckles at the memory of me slamming into his boots. I sigh at his wonderful smile. Sigh…
He's just so dreamy… my also sighing thinking voice adds in.
Prim gently takes me from Gale. And for the first time, I try to protest her holding me. I flail my paws around, just trying to touch him.
"Buttercup, I know you're scared, but we're going home now. It's okay." Prim coos.
It's not alright! I need him to join my collection. He has to join…
But now Prim has started to move along. Gale says goodbye to Prim as he heads into the woods. His bravery just makes him more divine.
This is my last chance to convince him to be part of my collection.
Dreamy stranger, it would be a great honor if you to join my collection, I meow.
It's no use, for he is already too far away. I sigh. He could have been the centerpiece of my dazzling collection.
I want to cry and tell myself I failed again. How could I have let such a beautiful object leave my grasp?
But then I see a flower.
And it's a buttercup.
Like us, says my thinking voice that I'm going to pretend is on mute.
The buttercup is very very pretty. Its bright petals create an aura of happiness and a sense of security.
I want it.
It can be the centerpiece of my collection.
The buttercup is as beautiful as lovely butterflies dancing in the bright blue sky and the lush landsc…