Jetivi rolled over onto his back in a stand of tall grass, still clearly visible because of the color of his coat, though. It was warm sunny and there was a dozen or so bright blue butterflies fluttering around in the air above him. They seemed to follow him wherever he went, lately. Most of the time they were small and had dull colors, almost like moths, but not quite. But these were as big as his outstretched paw and so brilliantly blue that it hurt to look at them. Or, maybe it only hurt when he was looking at them and they flew in front of the sun. He raised one paw up and the largest of the group settled down on it.
He wondered why they always followed him around, though. Sometimes, when he wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, he was sure that he could hear soft little whispers coming from them. Which had to be impossible, but it didn't stop the sound from reaching him every now and then. It must just be his imagination. Yeah, that was it.
Jet twitched his paw to make the butterfly take flight again and lay there, staring up at them, thinking about the other weird thing about him.