"Is he dead?" Trap asked, looking at my unconscious body.
"No, he just fainted," Thea snorted. "Like he always does."
"And I thought the stuffed cat would be funny," Trap said, lifting up the fake feline.
I woke up and saw Trap with the stuffed cat. I jumped up and started chasing him.
"When I catch you you're a dead rat!" I squeaked.
Trap tripped and fell to the ground. I loomed over him.
Ten minutes later, there was a funeral… for the stuffed cat that I destroyed.
People were still cleaning up the blood I spilt. It was really stuffing, but Trap said it was blood.
Trap mourned.
"He was so young," He sobbed.
Benjamin wiped away a tear.
I was dumbfounded. They were sad over a stuffed cat.
I was about to say something, but I kept my mouth shut.
I had a feeling that my relatives wouldn't be very happy if I said something bad about the stuffed cat.
I don't think they would be happy if I apologized.
They wouldn't be happy if I said anything.
So I just kept my mouth shut.
Then a newspaper flew into my face. I read it.
It was talking Midnight attacking Petunia, Trap and I at night.
Trap or Petunia must have told somebody.
"You're on the newspaper Uncle G?" Benjamin gasped.
"I didn't even know," I said. Then I stared at Trap. "Until now,"
"Well I had to tell somebody about the attack," Trap said.
I sighed.
"You know that cat will be coming after us now," I said.
"Oh yah," Trap said.
I sighed again.