"All right, we'll be back later this afternoon. Are you coming, Cat?" Marinette asked her partner as her mother waited by the front door. Cat shook his head. "Nah. I have other plans, Princess. But I'll see you when you get back."
Marinette narrowed her eyes as she observed a swishing tail. "Plans. What kind of plans?" "Oh, Princess, I can't tell you everything I do."
Cat followed them out, then headed in the opposite direction. His plans were to do...nothing. He wanted to find a nice cozy sunspot among the trees in the forest, and take a snooze in the afternoon sun. Old Man Winter would soon be knocking, and Cat wasn't ready to let him in.
Cat walked for a good while among the trees, until at last he found his spot. A spotlight of a sunbeam shone brightly on a pile of leaves and Cat curled up, soaking in the buttery sunshine. A yawn, a purr, he was soon out, hoping to doze the day away…
Cat's nose twitched and there was a tickling sensation. He slowly opened his eyes, finding a dot of red at the end of his nose. Cat carefully plucked it off, and there one was. A ladybug. It wasn't his lady, but it was still a good luck bug. "Fly back to your home, Little Lady," Cat encouraged. "For I want to snooze." However, the ladybug had other plans, and however much Cat encouraged it to go, it always came back.
"Do you want me to follow you?" Cat asked. As if giving its answer, the small creature rose into the sky. "Don't go so fast!" Cat panted.
But Cat didn't need to worry, for the ladybug saw she was always in sight of the black cat. After awhile, Cat was feeling tired. "Where are we….." Cat's question broke off, as the ladybug landed on the bluest flower Cat had ever seen. The ladybug had led him to a sea of bluebell flowers, Marinette's favorite flower!
But Cat didn't want to pick any old flower, he wanted the perfect one. Finally, he plucked one, breathing in its perfumed smell.
It was a perfect bluebell for his own Bluebell, Marinette.
"I was planning to snooze in the sun all day long," Cat confessed at supper. "But I guess the ladybug had plans for me!" "I'll treasure it," Marinette assured him.
True to her word, when the flower started to wilt, Marinette pressed the flower in her diary. Whenever she turned to a certain page, she was reminded of the day Cat gave her nickname in the shape of a flower.