President Snow is "neat" and "cool"

Lying on her stomach in her bed, Primrose Everdeen opened her diary and drew hearts and butterflies and flowers all over the page. She then picked out of her only two colorful pens – black and grey – the grey pen, and started dreamily writing the name of the one she loved the most.

*heart* Buttercup *heart*

Oh, Buttercup. He was just such a loyal cat. Always dirty and grumpy and ready to attack.

He was the best cat in the whole wide world.

And speaking of Buttercup…

Prim didn't see her lovely cat for over two hours. She was getting extremely worried.

Thank God for Facebook.

She logged into Facebook and looked at his profile. He was online. That meant he was okay, safe and sound.

He didn't die or anything. What a relief.

Buttercup Profile Page

Name: *mew*

Age: *mew*

Home: *mew*

Current location: *mew*

Interested in: *mew?*

In a relationship: *mew mew mew mew mew mew mew!*

Such a charming cat.

Primrose Everdeen decided to send the best cat ever a special little comment, on June 6 at 14:09PM.

'*nodding* I know sweetie. Your relationship with Greasy Sae's dead bear is quite complicated.'

Gale Hawthorne almost immediately sent her a reply.

'You can actually understand what he howls?'

Prim was about to reply to his oh-so-stupid question, of course she was able to understand her lovely cat, but Katniss beat her to it.

'You really need to throw that cat out, Prim. Your relationship is sick and unnatural.'

What a stupid sister.

Buttercup, oh how great of him to join the conversation, sent a quick reply to Prim's lovable-but-sometimes-infuriating sister.

'*HISS!*'

Primrose Everdeen sent the next comment.

'I agree with Buttercup on this one, Katniss. You really are a b*tch.'

'HEY!' Katniss sent.

Peeta Mellark then joined the conversation.

'You know what, Buttercup? I would have unfriended you RIGHT NOW if I had more friends!'

Gale Hawthorne, of course, just had to reply to Peeta's comment.

'Really, Peeta? How many friends do you have? Three?'

It took Peeta a long time to answer.

'…no.'

Mags then joined the conversation.

'Is this Buttercup edible?'

Prim was outraged. What was that woman thinking!

Katniss Everdeen replied to Mags' question.

'Well, you see, there is a small difference of opinion concerning Buttercup.'

Primrose Everdeen couldn't take it anymore.

'HE IS NOT EDIBLE! HE'S A CAT, AND CATS ARE NOT FOOD!'

Mags sent the next comment.

'A cat? Really? Who names his cat 'Buttercup'?'

'A joyful person.' Primrose wrote bitterly.

Mags sent the next comment.

'Joyful? Never heard this word before.'

Finnick Odair then joined the conversation.

'This is because we're in this young adults novel called 'The Hunger Games'. It's one of the most depressing books ever created.'

President Snow The Sexy Rooster was the next one to join the awful conversation. Really, what a way to ruin the-best-cat-in-the-whole-wide-world's perfect Wall.

'I actually quite like this place. Feels homey.'

Titus The Guy Who Eats Everything joined the conversation too.

'Yeah. Yeah, me too.'

Johanna Mason Immediately wrote a reply.

'OMG, TITUS?! AHH, I'VE SEEN YOUR GAMES! Am a huge fan :D'

Titus The Guy Who Eats Everything replied almost immediately.

'That's nice to know.'

Johanna Mason was apparently really excited.

'Ah am so excited right now! God, you're brilliant! I especially loved the way you ate that 12 year old girl when she was still alive. Brilliant.'

Titus The Guy Who Eats Everything sent a reply to Johanna's comment.

'Really? thank you so much. I was inspired by the moment. So glad to know you watched and enjoyed! That was my intention all along. To please the audience :P'

Prim didn't even realize her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide as dinner plates.

What was this guy's problem?!

Gale Hawthorne sent the next comment.

'…you guys are sick.'

Prim nodded and liked the comment. She wasn't the only one. Katniss Everdeen, Mags, Finnick Odair, Peeta Mellark, President Snow The Sexy Rooster and Buttercup liked this too.

President Snow The Sexy Rooster sent the next comment.

'The 'hottie' here is right! You're sick, the both of you! Jeez. Why would you think this would be appropriate in a thing like The Hunger Games? The tributes these days, God. The Capitol citizens have some standards!'

Cato The Sexy Buffalo then joined the conversation.

'I actually agree with dear old President Snow here. You're sick.'

President Snow The Sexy Rooster sent a quick reply.

'Oh, Cato dawg, you agree with- wait, old?'

The amazing Buttercup sent the next lovely comment.

'*eating a fly*'

President Snow The Sexy Rooster continued with his last comment.

'I'll have you know, I'm young in my spirit! And as "neat" and "cool" as you "dawgs" are!'

Finnick Odair sent the next comment.

'Yeah, you're a real… "neat" and "cool" guy, Snow.'

Johanna Mason, Mags, Gale Hawthorne, Katniss Everdeen, President Snow The Sexy Rooster and Cato The Sexy Buffalo liked this.

President Snow The Sexy Rooster replied quickly.

'See? Even Finnick, the neatest, most awesome guy alive thinks I'm "cool"! Finnick and I are "tight," yo!'

Johanna Mason sent the next and final comment.

'It's a shame you can't pass the sarcastic tone in comments.'

Primrose Everdeen, Finnick Odair, Buttercup, Titus The Guy Who Eats Everything, Mags, President Snow The Sexy Rooster, Cato The Sexy Buffalo, Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen and Gale Hawthorne liked this.

OVER 1,600 REVIEWS!

That's amazing. I'm dying from happiness. :)

I would've never expected this little fic to get so many reviews. Really, that's insane.

Oh, something I forgot to add to my Author Note last chapter - A lot of you guys asked me if I took a picture of the Mini Cato I saw.

Well, sadly, no. I saw him at the airport and we had to hurry up and take our luggage and I really needed to pee, and, you know, taking pictures of little kids in an airport, even if it's taken by a tourist, is just... weird.

I'm sorry that I don't have a picture to show you. Or to look at myself.

I'm not a pedophile, I swear.

Have any of you returned to school already? My first day of eleventh grade was today.

I'm going to die this year. I'm serious. I don't have a single short day, they're all long, I have to study 7 hours of math every week and 6 hours of biology and most of my Bagrut tests (I have no idea how you say it in English... matriculation exams? SAT's?) are this year.

Ugh.

It's going to be hard to update my stories. Sorry, but this year is extremely important, and school comes first, so if I don't update for a long time, then it's because I'm either too stressed out from school or dead.

Have a lovely day :)