Note, I do not own any Felidae stuff, and had no part in the making of the film, or writing of any of the many books. I am writing this as a tribute to a great book series, and a great movie.

Francis woke to the familiar sight of the sun rising above the roof tops. He yawned, stretched, and rolled out of bed from beside his owner. He walked silently to the cracked open window. He sprang up to the windowsill, and crawled out. There was a slight breeze that ruffled his fur. He let out a sigh of satisfaction. He then heard a familiar voice calling him. Bluebeard was waiting for him on the ground below.

"Hey smart ass. Since when did you need your beauty sleep?" Francis ignored the comment, and clambered down to him.

"Good to see you too Bluebeard." The mangled cat grunted in disapproval.

"Did you see the new car come in?"

"Why no I didn't. Where'd they move in.?"

"Right across from your place. The can opener looks pretty fucked up, and the cat didn't look much better."

"Lets at least meet them before you start making wise cracks about them."

"Smart ass." Francis chuckled, and followed Bluebeard to the house. They climbed up to the window and saw their new brother. A white cat with dark blue eyes. He was slender, and his short fur was smooth. He also had a scar behind his left ear, and something about him was sinister. "Told you he looked fucked up."

"You're one to talk," Francis said to Bluebeard who began grumbling to himself. Francis then squeezed through the window to meet his new brother with Bluebeard right behind him.

"Hello friends," said the cat with it's back turned.

"Who ever said we were friends?" Bluebeard growled. The cat chuckled, and slowly turned to face them.

"Why nobody did. I just couldn't figure a reason why you'd not want to be."

"I'm sorry if I offended you, your majesty." Bluebeard growled, and looked ready to fight. But before Bluebeard could say another word, Francis interrupted.

"Hello there. The name's Francis, and my friends's name is Bluebeard. Please don't be offended. He's not used to newcomers."Bluebeard rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"Don't worry, I've seen far worse Francis. You're friend Bluebeard is quite the character though, I must admit."

"Smart ass," Bluebeard muttered. Francis glared at him, and he shut up. "So, what's you're name?"

"My name is Christopher."

"So Christopher, where are you from?" Asked Francis inquisitively.

"I'm from the town just outside of this one, I forget it's name. I would like to meet the other cats in the neighborhood."

"I'm sure Kong will love you," Bluebeard chuckled.

"We'll see Bluetoes."

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me perfectly clearly."

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you Christopher. Not all cats here are as friendly as I am." Bluebeard hissed. The three cats leaped from the window onto the maze of fences that separated the gardens of the humans. Kong jumped out at them loudly.

"Hello there Bluebeard. I see you have another gay cat with you today. Your party is growing Bluebeard, you might even have me someday."

"Would you do us all a favor and shut your fucking mouth for once?" Kong stopped laughing. "The only reason I stopped by is to show you our new brother. His name's Christopher."

"Pleased to meet you Kong," Christopher said politely.

"Pleased to meet you professor gayness." Kong broke out in laughter again, and Francis and Bluebeard walked away. "Hey where are you going?"

"Anywhere you're not!" Bluebeard yelled back.

"He's quite a rude fellow isn't he?"

"He's the neighborhood ass hole. His two cronies are Herman, and Herman. They aren't much better either." Just then a voice called out.

"Well, I'd best be headed back now. Hope to catch up with you again." Christopher ran back to his house quickly. Francis, and Bluebeard watched him go.

"What a smart ass." Bluebeard grumbled."He's even worse than you."

"Thanks." Francis then lifted his nose up to sniff the air. His owner was making cod. Bluebeard began to drool, and they made their way back to Francis's house. There were two nice fish tails waiting for them, and Bluebeard and Francis devoured them. Bluebeard left soon after lunch, and Francis decided to keep his lonely owner some company. Besides, the poor man only had one true friend, and that was Francis.