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Unlike in the living-room, in the kitchen there weren't any broken things, luckily, but it did look like the living-room: most of the cooking pans were everywhere but their place, the fridge was open and almost completely empty since almost all the food had been brought out, eaten and/or left on the floor.

Francoeur closed his eyes and sighed, he left Rude on the floor, remove his remaining glove and rolled up his sleeves so he could use his four arms and began to put everything back in place; he put the food that was still eatable back to the fridge and threw in the trash all the food that was damaged, he cleaned the table and set it, then he brought some raw meat out of the freezer and began to eat it.

''You won't cook it?'' Asked Rude with a raised eyebrow wondering if Francoeur even knew how to cook.

''No, I can eat meat either cooked or raw, Lucille says that it's better if I eat cooked meat but since it is very late and I have to sleep it'll take me less time to have dinner if I don't cook the meat'' Said Francoeur remembering Rude that no matter how big the different between Francoeur and a normal flea was, he was still a flea.

It took a while before Rude could fully understand what was happening and when he did he wasn't sure if there was anything in the world that looked as bizarre as the scene he was seeing in that moment: A 7 feet tall flea that could sing, and some hours ago almost gave him a heart attack, was eating a large amount of raw meat, in the midst of a half messy kitchen as if there was nothing unusual, and it was almost 11 PM. Nope, there was no way anything could look stranger than that.

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10 minutes later

Rude's POV

I looked at the clock and saw that only ten minutes passed since he began eating, and he had almost finished! How can some one eat that much and that fast without getting a bit dirty, and it was raw meat for God's sake, raw meat!

(A/N: in case you're wondering, Rude is exaggerating, a lot.)

He looked at me with that curious expression as soon as he finished, he was going to ask me something.

''Aren't you hungry?'' he asked, I knew it! That expression of his told me everything, better be polite so he stop calling me Rude.

''No, thank you for asking''

''Very well then; to be honest I would have been surprised if you would have answered yes, you ate almost everything''

Indeed.

Almost everything …

Flashback ( No one's POV)

When Rude was fully awake he walked through the house, looking for some clue that would tell him who lived in the house, since there was nobody, except him, in the house. But before he saw one of the hanging pictures in the walls a delicious smell made him change his mind and go to the kitchen.

Rude didn't knew where exactly the food was but he was determinate to find it, some shelves were far to high for Rude to be able of opening them so he decided to open what he could and look for the food. He opened all the shelves that he could reach but he only found different pans inside, he threw them out of their place so he could enter and look for the food but the food wasn't there.

Of course, there had to be some food that he could eat, but he didn't know where to look for it, until he realized that the big metal container in the kitchen was one of the things that humans used to keep their food cold and fresh, that they called 'fridge'.

When he opened the fridge he could almost hear a choir singing 'alleluia' in the background. The fridge was full of food, milk, some fruits, vegetables, eggs and other things but there was a problem, where was the meat?

Rude put out of the fridge most of the food, he ate what he liked and left aside what he didn't liked, the food was delicious but there was no sight of meat, until he opened the upper part of the fridge. He found fish, meat and some red liquid inside the freezer but this time he only took a few things out and left the rest inside. After eating most of the fish Rude finally felt full and decided to play for some time but got tired a few minutes after and fell asleep.

End of flashback

Francoeur was staring at Rude wondering how did the cat manage to eat most of the food in the kitchen, since no idea came to his mind he decide to ask.

''How did you managed to eat that much of food?'' he asked, and Rude answered before he could finish the question.

''I was hungry! What else was I supposed to do? That food looked delicious, and tasted delicious too.''

''But you are a bit, hmm, small''

''Actually I'm bigger than a normal cat it's just that you are much bigger that me''

''I see, well then, let me wash the dishes so we can go to sleep, we'll have a lot of work tomorrow''

After Francoeur washed the dishes he grabbed Rude and went to his room, he left Rude in his bed, locked the window and changed into his night clothes but when he finally lay down on the bed, Rude wasn't there.

Francoeur peeked under the bed and saw Rude preparing himself to sleep under it.

''Are you sure you want to sleep down there, it looks uncomfortable''

''Do you have something better in mind?''

''Yes''said Francoeur as he took Rude a lay him by his side.

Francoeur yawned and said goodnight to Rude, who was already asleep, and then fell asleep too.

After all, they would have a long day ahead. A very long one indeed.