Chapter 2
Funeral for Taylor's Hamster
The next morning, the cats had their routine breakfast. Waffle was back to his usual self, not remembering what happened last night.
The cats' butler, Hovis, was dusting Taylor's room when he checked on Taylor's pet hamster, Tiny, and he saw the hamster lying on the cage floor as if he was sleeping, but he wasn't; he was dead.
As the cats were having breakfast, Gordon asked Waffle, "Do you remember anything about last night? Anything at all?"
"Nope" Waffle replied.
"How could he not remember?" said Mr. Blik, "You were staring at the TV."
"But if I did, I would have been blind," Waffle replied.
"Actually, staring at the sun makes you blind," said Taylor. "Well, I gotta go brush my teeth."
As Taylor entered the bathroom, she saw Hovis holding her hamster above the toilet.
"What are you doing?" she screeched.
"I'm afraid that Tiny passed on," Hovis replied.
"Well, don't flush him," Taylor snapped.
Later, a funeral was being held for the hamster. The three brothers, Hovis and two of their neighbors, a brown haired girl with a pink T shirt and blue jeans called Human Kimberly and a yellow female cat with brown hair called Katilda, stood in the yard quietly. Taylor carried a box containing Tiny and put it in a hole that her brothers dug.
"Today, we are gathered to mourn the death of my pet hamster, Tiny. Though he only lived for three years, still, we considered him as a member of our family. Good bye, old friend."
Taylor took out her sweet potato ocarina, playing Taps, as Gordon buried the box. The neighbors left and finally, Taylor asked, "Can I get a goldfish now?"