```The Yellow Flowered Cat had originally not planned to reveal itself.
Instead of going to the trouble of dealing with all sorts of messy affairs outside, it preferred to shuttle between different spatial cracks, hiding in corners invisible to others, quietly observing some oblivious fellow.
But the reality of the situation was, if it didn't take action, that fellow was about to be captured—a truly terrible situation for a cat that knew a bit of the truth.
It was like a photography enthusiast, watching over an ugly duckling that had blended into a flock of ducks, delighting in its growth day by day. Just as winter passed and the duckling had grown and was about to soar high, a vulture descended from the sky, snatching away the still not fully grown ugly duckling with one swoop.
Could anything be more frustrating than this?
