The Sexy Feline

The Sexy Feline// a year later

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The days have been a drag ever since the night buttercup and I had our steamy exchange. He never returned after that day. I sit on my porch endlessly meowing, with the hope and spirit that my sweet buttercup may return. I draw pictures of him, trying to remember his face, and I picture his soft fur that I pet with my hands... My hands- the very hands that haven't been washed since the day they came in contact with him.
More and more desperate feline thirsty days pass, I sit on my porch pondering if my one and only love will return. I watch closely as the people walk by. Walking their dogs, jogging, listening to music... All the same. Until, one of these boring, life ruining, depressing days, somebody quite different walks by. My eyes trail from the top of her head down her arm and to the tips of her fingers where a thin red leash lies. This can't be. My eyes trail further and further, past her waist and down by her ankles to reveal nobody other than BUTTERCUP.
I can't help myself. I tense up, my heart drops and before I know it my feet are on the ground and I'm running straight towards this girl who has taken my buttercup away from me. I slick my smooth blue hair back, and tighten my glittery bow tie and slide on my stomach towards the cat before me.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" The girl says, pulling herself and buttercup backwards.
I am breathing heavily now and beginning to shake. I look at the girl in front of me. She is medium height, Asian, wears glasses, and looks like a total emo nerd.
"C-Caesa-r-r Flic-c-ckerrr-m-man... You appear to have my cat... may I ask what your name is?" I ask, anxious to retrieve this cat that clearly doesn't belong to either of us.
Buttercup is meowing at me now, and I hesitate to meow back when the girl grabs my arm with a lot of force.
"amie, my name is amie... and uhhh please don't hurt me, this is my friends cat I'm only taking her for a walk,"
I am confused now. Who takes their cat for a walk? I clearly am a much better owner than this girl and her friend.
I grab buttercup, shove amie to the ground, and proceed to run off into my living room, leaving her and the red leash behind.
"Oh sweet buttercup," I whisper when we finally get inside, "I'm so glad you're finally back where you belong. I begin to untie my bow tie and take off my jacket when I hear a violent hiss coming from behind me. No this can't be. Buttercup was mad at me. He stretches out his entire body and one by one his claws appear out of his soft cum-white paws. I step back in terror and continue to walk backwards. The second I hit the wall it begins. I feel needles digging into my skin, violent screams in my ears, and feel blood trickling down my chest. It seems endless as this cat, who I thought was my friend... my lover... rips out every individual blue hair on my head and bites every inch of skin on my body.
Hours later I am awoken but the sound of a thunderstorm. Buttercup is gone. I sit and listen to the sound of the pouring rain and thunder until I decide to get up. I am very hurt and almost wearing no clothing. There is a knock at the door. I make my way to the front door and when I open it I see an emo Asian girl... amie was standing there, not only her but buttercup as well. He was in her arms looking up at her with a look I know he will never give me.
"You better watch who's cat you mess with." She says,
I watch the cat sit in the rain and he no longer is the sweet ginger color of buttercup, but is now black. This cat was not buttercup all along. I have been lied to... I will never find buttercup again, my only solution will be to sit on my porch and wait for the true buttercup to return.
And so I did... To this day I am sitting and waiting for my one and only true love buttercup to walk by.