Sorry for not updating sooner, I was very busy.

Hope you like it.

Note:*action*, ''word'', thought (not for the POV).

Francoeur's POV

The living room. . .

. . .was a mess.

Most of the curtains were torn, there were cushions lying everywhere, the couch was torn, and there were many things lying all across the floor, some were even broken!

''WHAT HAPPENED?!'', how could something like this happen?, I locked the door when I left so no one entered the house while I wasn't there.

So how could som-

''Five more minutes please.''

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Who said that?

As I looked around the house I saw a creature lying on a cushion. Once I got closer to it, I realized that it was a cat. Its fur was black with a few grey stripes and a white chest, the point of its tail was white too. I thought it looked really cute and -wait a minute, that cat was the cause of all this mess. How could this little creature do this to Lucille's house?

I have to fix everything before anyone comes and see this chaos but, what if I can't fix everything before someone comes? or before Lucille returners? What am I going to do if Lucille arrives and see the house like this? What if Lucille gets angry with me because of this? What if everyone gets angry with me because of all this mess? What if the get so mad at me that they don't what me around anymore?

''I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN!''

No one's POV

Francoeur was so distracted with thinking about a way to realign the whole house before anyone could noticed; despite not even knowing if the rest of the house was in the state of the living room; that he didn't realized he was being watched by the cat. Which woke up a few seconds after hearing Francoeur's panic scream, and surprisingly didn't have a heart attack.

OK, he's overreacting. I better just walk away quickly before he even notices that I exist. The cat though while watching Francoeur and delicately walking away from the scene.

Unfortunately for it, Francoeur did noticed the poor feline as it tried to sneak out. He wasn't sure why but something within him urged him to prevent such thing from happening. And so, before the cat could reach the nearest window, Francoeur caught it. His victory was short lived tho, for the feline in his hands bit and scratched him so fiercely that the poor giant had left with no option but to release him. Locking the window first, that is

A so the persecution began. Every exit the cat found was blocked by the flea, who's success in caging the little beast often resulted in new claw marks decorating his clothes every time he blocked an exit. This continued for about half an our and ended only because both of them were exhausted.

Before the cat tried to escape again, Francoeur caught it and this time the insufferable feline didn't fought back but looked at him with defiant eyes.

''You know, for a moment I though that I wouldn't be able to catch you but I guess I was wrong he-he'' Francoeur said, his only answer was the silence. He raised an eyebrow wondering why the cat seemed to be mad at him when it was its fault that the house looked so terrible.

''Oh come on! Did you really think that I was going to let you go after all the mess you caused, you'll stay with me until we fix everything, Ok'' said Franc cheerfully, now it was the cat's turn to rise an eyebrow.

We?