Ok, thanks for the reviews. Sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

And thanks to mk94, for the name of the cat.

Hope you like it.

As soon a Francoeur got up, with the cat in his hands, he looked at the clock and realized that it was rather late already.

'' I guess we're gonna have to begin tomorrow, it's around bed time already'' He got up and directed to bed when the growl of his stomach reminded him of something else '' and I haven't had dinner yet''.

Changing his coordinates, Francoeur yawned and walked towards the kitchen without noticing that the cat's look of utter terror as it looked a the flea with its eye big like plates.

This is it, he's going to eat me, the cat thought while pondering of the horrendous thoughts that his captor was machinating inside his head.

Francoeur POV

I didn't knew that it was so late (pass ten o'clock in case you're wondering), I hope monsieur cat didn't turn the kitchen into a chaos too; wait. . . I still don't know what's its name. I forgot to ask that too.

No one POV

When Francoeur suddenly stopped the cat looked at him, wondering if he had chosen the method of its doom.

''What's your name?'' Francoeur asked with a curious look; the cat definitely didn't see that coming.

''You're kidding right?'' the cat said, almost having a nervous tic.

''No, I'm not kidding. Do you even have a name at least?''

''I can't believe your- wait, you can understand what I'm saying?'' It seemed like there would be a lot of surprises during its time with the flea.

''Yes, yes I can, and you can understand what I say too'' Francoeur answered, wondering why the cat didn't realized about that before.

'' You mean humans can't understand what you say?'' Now the cat was beginning to wonder when the surprises of that day (or night) would be over.

''Well, not really, unless I sing, but they understand what I mean to say''

''You're Monsieur Francoeur, The guitarist and singer of the cabaret 'The rare bird', right?''

''Yes and. . .you haven't told me your name yet''

''I never had one or anyone to call me by one'', said the cat as if having a name wasn't something important.

''Can I give you a name?'' , asked Francoeur innocently.

''What do you have in mind?''

''Rude''

Francoeur made the suggestion with the most innocent of the intentions but, obviously, it wasn't well taken.

''WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH 'RUDE' THAT'S NOT EVEN A NAME!'', the cat shouted angrily at Francoeur, who didn't seemed to be affected by the complaint at all.

''Why can't it be name?'', asked Francoeur with the same curious look of before, as if the cat never shouted to him.

''Why do you think it can be a name?'' Said the cat looking very angry. Thoughts of impending doom now machinating against the flea.

''My name is Francoeur, it means honest heart, and Lucille says that I'm a very honest person. You see, my name means something that is characteristic of me, and so far the most characteristic thing I know of you is that you're rude, so why not calling you rude?'' As Francoeur explained himself the cat looked at him. Finally noticing a crucial detail it missed. Even through he was very tall and behaved in a mature way, most of the time, Francoeur wasn't even a year old and his way of thinking was pretty similar to the one of a kid.

Cat POV

How could I miss that detail! He was just making a suggestion, he didn't mean to make fun of me, he's simply trying to find a name for me. It was a simple suggestion and I shouted at him because of it!

Man, by calling me rude he has a point. I really need to work on my manners.

No one POV

The cat looked to the floor and sighed defeated, ''Call me Rude if you want, but promise me that you'll think of something better to call me by, Ok?'' said the cat, now Rude, looking at Francoeur.

''I promise; but I'll have to know you better so I can give you another name, you'll have to wait for it'' Said Francoeur happily as he, with Rude in hands, entered in the kitchen.

Francoeur smile dropped as soon as he saw the kitchen.

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He and Rude, would have a lot of work to do.