AHAHAHAHAHA. I can't help but think that is me as a cat. (bless you, painispretty, for the link)
I found a butterfly outdoors. He is pretty. He also appears to have something wrong with his leg(s). One of his eyes looked a bit off, too - half of it was dull and dark. Poor thing. I put my hand next to him and he crawled right on, and was kind enough to sit still and even spread his wings so I could take some pictures of him before letting him go outside on a lovely flowering shrub. But his wing is torn, and so I don't think he can fly... I'd love to have kept him, but I've no idea how to properly care for a butterfly and I doubt I'd do a good job of it even if I did.
Now watch, he'll turn out to be of a species of rare, man-eating butterflies, and he and his brethren will come devour me as I sleep.