The New Cat In Town

Authors note: I do not own, nor did I conceive the Felidae film, and / or books. However all characters thought up by me, belong to me. Please read, and leave a nice review as to how I can improve my writing.

The sun rose above the horizon letting its light bring the town to life. The humans were all waking up, getting out of their beds, and getting ready to do their special human things. When the light shone through Francis's window he startled awake, and rubbed his eyes. His owner worked at home so he only woke up when he wanted to work. Francis guessed that his owner was sleeping in today. The Tom cat got up and stretched several times with a loud yawn. It had been weeks since Francis had finally solved and ended the mystery of the murders going on and about in this little town. He had settled down with his beautiful mate, and actually produced a litter of 3 kittens. One of them was a boy and took after Francis. The other two were girls and took after their mother. Francis had not named them, but he figured his mate would get around to it eventually.

Outside there was the loud horn of a truck passing by, and a screeched halt. Francis quickly jumped off the furniture to get to the window and looked across the street. There was a moving truck parked in front of it. This wasn't very out of the ordinary, especially with humans. They were always moving around, and making new homes. Too bad cats couldn't just move away and build up another life. Francis was curious as to who this new human was, so he continued gazing at it for the longest while. He watched as the owner got out of the passenger's side of the moving truck. The human seemed to be average height, with brown eyes. He wore a brown trench coat, black dress shoes, and a brown hat to go with them. After the man, dropped an adult cat out of the passenger's side of the car as well. The other cat's eyes were faded amber, and it's fur was a short black. Francis watched, his curiosity growing now. He wanted to meet the other cat…sort of. Just to see if he or she was a trouble-maker or not. Francis placed his paw on the window and grunted as he pushed it up. Francis panted as he jumped out the open window and landed on his feet making his way slowly towards the truck.

"Hey. Francis. You noticed them too?" Bluebeard asked as he trotted alongside his friend.

"Well it's kind of hard not to. The horn was so loud." Francis pointed out as he sat down. Francis gazed over at the mangled Bluebeard.

"You think the cat is a lady or a gentlemen?" Bluebeard asked with a perverted look on his face. Francis chuckled.

"No idea. Though don't start hitting on the cat until you are sure Bluebeard." Francis said with a sigh. Bluebeard stepped back as the moving man came out of the driver's side of the truck and walked to the back of the truck.

"The can opener this cat belongs to is creepy though. I wouldn't want to do anything with her because you know what they say…" Bluebeard mumbled.

"What do they say?" Francis asked as he looked over at Bluebeard with curious green eyes.

"The pet eventually reflects the owner." Bluebeard said with a chuckle. Francis rolled his eyes and sat down on the street.

Meanwhile inside the house Cerberus meowed quietly and pawed at his owner's foot.

"Not now boy. I have to unpack." Harold said quietly as he took off his trench coat, and placed it on the railing of the staircase. Cerberus hissed slightly, and Harold laughed.

"Alright. We'll find you some food. Then will you leave me alone?" Harold asked as he leaned down and pet Cerberus. Cerberus purred quietly.

"Kissing up is always a pain…" Cerberus thought to himself as he was pet a couple more times before Harold decided to go find some cat food from the boxes that were placed in the house.

"Ah this one doesn't seem to shabby. Good thing the old fool is finally retiring. I can't take another look at a corpse. They smell like shit, and look even worse." Cerberus muttered to himself. Cerberus was a domesticated cat that was purchased by Harold Edwards at about two months old. From there Cerberus was raised by Harold and they moved from town to town based on Harold's job. Harold was a detective, and since crime eventually wears out in one area they always kept on moving. Too bad it was not always such a peaceful place as this. There were some communities Cerberus refused to go out in. Harold had finally decided to retire from that job of his and just do some desk work rather than detective work.

"Silly Harold. You should have done this a long time ago…" Cerberus thought to himself with a purr as his food bowl was placed in front of him with some dry cat food.

"Ugh, I hate this stuff…Just because the commercial says I like it doesn't mean it's true. Oh well…I can't complain too much." Cerberus thought to himself with a scrunched up nose form the odor of the meal. He began to eat it and sway his elegant tail. Harold laughed.

"Alright. Now I am going to go take a nap. Don't cause trouble Cerberus…" Harold warned. Cerberus looked to Harold when the man turned his back.

"Why are you such a hypocrite?" Cerberus thought with a sniff. He took a drink from his water bowl.

"Hey!" Bluebeard shouted from outside. "Come out here! I wanna talk with ya!" Bluebeard shouted. Francis frowned.

"Keep it down Bluebeard. I think he can hear you at a lower volume as well." Francis growled.

"How do yo- bah!" Bluebeard yelped as he jumped forward. When he turned his head he noticed that the black cat that they saw before had stepped on his tail. Cerberus grinned.

"You would've been lucky if Harold wasn't sleeping… That lazy bum can't stay awake through one afternoon." Cerberus said quietly. Bluebeard chuckled darkly.

"How'd you get out without us noticing?" Bluebeard asked as he unsheathed his claws, prepared to rip this cat to shreds.

"I have more than one window…" Cerberus muttered. Francis chuckled.

"You are a clever one." Francis commented , trying to make a good first impression.

"Not to mention gay…" Bluebeard growled rubbing his stump of a tail.

"I am Cerberus. I am sorry if I frightened you brother. I meant you no true harm." Cerberus said with a bold stare. Bluebeard shuddered.

"Don't do it again…or I'll put you in your place." Bluebeard warned.

"That punk of a cat is Bluebeard. I am Francis. Where did you originally come from Cerberus?" Francis asked with a flick of his ear. Cerberus looked like he was deep in thought. Then he boldly opened his mouth to answer.

"Everywhere." Cerberus said with a grin.

"Just what we need. Another smart ass." Bluebeard said with a roll of his eyes. Francis frowned slightly as well.

"I mean where specifically?" Francis asked.

"I'll answer that , if you can answer me this. Where am I now?" Cerberus asked.

"Hell." Bluebeard said with a snort. "This place is not for soft kitty cats like you. Kong will rip you apart…or anyone will do that…" Bluebeard muttered.

"I highly doubt that. I have seen some shit brother. Shit can teach you a lot. One of them being how to get out of it." Cerberus said with a short purr.

"He speaks in RIDDLES. God damn it! Another smart ass AND he speaks in riddles!" Bluebeard groaned. Francis laughed.

"Don't be so uptight Bluebeard. That would make you a guard dog." Francis pointed out. Bluebeard snorted.

"Well if you two smart asses need me, I'll be in my usual spot." Bluebeard grunted as he walked off. Francis watched Bluebeard walk off and sighed.

"I apologize for his behavior." Francis said looking at Cerberus again.

"Don't. I have seen worse. He seems pleasant though." Cerberus muttered. "So Francis. Will you show me around this neighborhood?" Cerberus asked as he got up and stretched. Francis shrugged.

"I guess so. Come on." Francis said as he began to walk ahead with Cerberus following after him.