Part 4~

After that they never did figure out why Ella was able to make Butter-Fly come to life and her next birthday came to pass making her eleven. Ella and Butter-Fly became good friends and soon were very close. But everything was not as happy as Ella thought.

Ella sat at the kitchen counter obviously trying to hold tears in. Today she had been bullied. As tears welled up in her eyes she went up the stairs and when reaching the door to her room she slammed her fist into the side of the wall making a loud thump ring through the house. She opened her door and ran over to the easel putting her fear and need of a friend into every brush stroke. Eventually she put down her paintbrush, which stuck to her hand and looked at her finished painting, a large orange cat who promptly began to move around on the canvas.

"What's your name?" Ella asked the cat. The cat turned to look at her.

"My name is Stripe." the cat said in a very scratchy voice. "My mother obviously had an interesting sense of humor." Ella smiled as she looked at the cat knowing she had not painted a single stripe on him.

"How do you have a mother if you are made of paint?" she asked already liking this cat.

"I have no idea how that works sweetheart." Stripe said twitching his tail in annoyance. Ella smiled at Stripe already forgetting about the bullies.