Davon heard the catwoman that food was done. He immediately ran to where the sound came from and saw clean plates and utensils as well as a lot of precious food.
"Oh wow, thanks girls! I haven't eaten from a plate since I was taken from Mars!"
He took a fork and a knife and started putting food on his plate, but the smell hit him. He walked over to the felines who wear eating on the sofa.
"Ehmm... what's this? Its definitely nothing I've ever eaten before."
The food didn't smell good, but bad either. It just smelled very strange. Davon sat down on the sofa as well and smelled the food once again, he was very hungry and so he tasted it.
The taste was so familiar to him that memories of home flooded back. He turned to the eating girls with tears in his eyes.
"This is like... like... like those horrible meatballs aunt Hilda used to make. I always had a suspicion that she put cat food on them instead of real sauce. She never liked me much. You guys cook as bad as her, well... you guys are kind of cats so I guess you like this."
He didnt eat any more of the strange smelling food but he ate the other kinds, which tasted fairly similar to the food he used to eat at the village.
"You guys never told me your names. I'm Davon. You seem to be quite well set up. Do you guys have a job or something?"
He asked the two, trying to make some friendly conversation until creephead would come and probably put a knife at his throat for sitting on the couch or something.