By the time that Francoeur was done with explaining everything he knew about the stories of Winnie the Pooh the were already at the park and Rude had found a way to climb up to Francoeur's right shoulder.

''Interesting. Where do you find this books? There weren't many at your house.'' Said Rude finally understanding that the strange stuff he used to bite were books and they were meant to be read.

''In the local library. Lucille taught me how to read a few moths ago and since then I often go there; they have a lot of books about a lot of things, my favorite ones are the ones with fantasy stories''

''You mean the fairy tales?''

''Yes. How did you know?''

''Oh come on, I didn't know what books were because I can't read but that doesn't mean that I don't know what stories are. I know about fairy tales, myths, legends and much more, alright? '' Said Rude offended by Francoeur's question. Francoeur nodded and

''How old are you?'' Asked Francoeur curiously.

''Why do you ask?''

''You seem to know a lot of things so I guess you're a bit old; I once read in a book that cats often live for up to 15 years but you don't seem to be as old. So I was wondering, how old are you?''

''Why do you ask so much?'' Said Rude with an irritated face.

''Is that wrong?'' Asked Francoeur titling his head.

''No, it's not but they say that curiosity killed the cat you know.'' Said Rude while Francoeur arched a eyebrow not knowing the meaning of the phrase.

''Who says that? And why should I be worried? I'm not a cat, I'm a flea''

'' *Sigh* What I said is a proverb. . . what I meant to say is that sometimes being too curious can cause troubles''

''Oh, I get it. What's a proverb?''

''. . .'' Rude didn't answered Francoeur's question at first. He glared at Francoeur with a look that said 'Are you kidding me?' when suddenly he recalled and important fact.

''What is it? Did I do something wrong?'' Asked Francoeur innocently.

''Nothing, it's just that it's very easy to forget how young you actually are.'' Said Rude proceeding to explain to Francoeur what a proverb was.

Some minutes later. . .

Rude ended up not only explaining Francoeur what a proverb was but also about other things that Rude had learned in his live along with some pieces of Rude's past that the cat narrated without even realizing. Such as how Rude has cross the path of a man who used him as a subject of study for his book about domesticated animals and plants.

After they finished talking Rude left Francoeur's side to wonder around the park while Francoeur choose to sit on a bench and admire the park. It was still sunny but the air was fresh and there were only a few people in the park so Francoeur could hear clearly the sound of the birds.

Once relaxed and with his mind clear Francoeur began to formulate a plan to buy everything he needed to make the house look as perfect as possible, he had the money and the list of things to do, the only thing he needed was some real help.

Rude's POV

I decided to walk for a while so I could stretch my paws a little bit, I really needed some fresh air and some fun. Maybe I can play catch with the birds near the fountain. Or seek for a squirrel to play hide and seek in the trees.

''Blackcat?''

I stopped walkinng and closed my eyes. Did I just heard that?

''Blackcat is that you?''

Oh, deer.

''Hey, look who we found!''

That voice. That nickname. It's him.

''Blackcat!'' I heard in front of me.

Most animals I've met have called my by many stupid nicknames with the purpose of mocking me; only a few called by a name and I never liked their choices but this cat's choice seemed to be a mix between both parts.

I opened my eyes and saw ''Jerry.''

Of all the cats I have had the dis-pleasure to meet Jerry was the less annoying, which doesn't mean that he wasn't annoying. We is an orange cat with dark orange stripes and light green eyes that some how ended up in the United Kingdom with me; apparently he arrived in a merchant boat and, in my opinion, due to all that time in the sea he became slightly crazy and always refers to himself in plural.

''Hey, you still remember us that's great!'' He said with his always-exited-over-nothing-really-important tone. How did ended up here anyway?

''Yeah, like I could forget someone like you'' Seriously speaking he's not that bad but I'll never understand why is he always so excited.

''You'r right. By the way we saw you talking to a huge guy here at the park, we don't know why but there seems to be something off with him; who's that guy anyway? we think we've seen him before but we can't remember when or where''.

''You don't know who he is?''

''Nope''

''Haven't you heard what the humans say about him''

''No, we still don't understand most of their gibberish, they just talk so fast we can't understand a thing''

''It's not gibberish it's French. How long have you been here?''

''A few weeks'' He answered. Now that explains everything. It took me almost a month to understand French.

''What's the name of that big guy anyway?''

I mentally prepared myself, if Jerry could not understand French yet then much less would he know how to pronounce it. I sighed and said.

''Francoeur''

''Fanwho?''

I knew it.

''Francoeur''

''Fwancoo''

''Francoeur''

''Frangoul''

I better choose another tactic.

''Fran''

''Fran'' He repeated.

''Coe''

''Coe''

''Ur''

''Ur''

''Francoeur''

''Froncdeu''

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Moron.

Hope you liked it.

P.s.: The book of domesticated animals and plants hat Rude talks about is one that Charles Darwin wrote named 'The Variation of Animals and Plants Under Domestication' which was published in 1868 therefore Rude is way too old to be a normal cat.