"Alrighty, let's get this meeting started," Snowball announced, rubbing his paws together in anticipation. The other pets gathered around the coffee table and took their seats. Clearing his throat, the rabbit began, "I would like to first address the issue about Gary's location."
"What about it?" Gidget questioned in a commanding tone. Taken aback, Snowball stuttered, "Uh, we're having little success in finding his secret location. I have Tattoo and the Flushed Pets sweeping all of Manhattan and Brooklyn. Nothing." Calming down, Gidget apologized, "Sorry about my outburst, I was hoping you might've found something."
"I think someone wants revenge for the hit on the head," Buddy murmured to Mel, who nodded his head in agreement. Clapping his paws together, Snowball declared, "That's all I have. Who else would like to share?" Biting his lip, Pops tentatively raised his paw. "I have a question," the old dog murmured, "Did we really need to ban Eagle Eye and Hairless from the apartment?"
"Pops, you're the one who bandaged Gidget's paw. You said she was lucky it wasn't deep!" Max barked. Nodding his head, Pops replied, "Yes yes, I know what I said. But was banishment really necessary?" Sighing heavily as he crossed his arms over his chest, Snowball muttered, "I will admit, the situation got heated and I might've been a little harsh with them. But I think we all just need a breather. The past week or so has been a lot for us."
"I think they got what they deserved. No one attacks me and gets away with it, no matter who they are. I'm glad they're gone and I wouldn't mind not seeing them ever again," Gidget remarked. There was a small gasp followed by a sniffle. Looking down, Leonard asked, "You okay Norman?" Trembling beside the poodle, the young guinea pig shook his head and whimpered, "I miss Tiberius and Ozone."
"Oh for the love of god, they attacked me Nelson! Open your eyes and grow up already!" Gidget growled out loud. Everyone gasped at that. Noticing that Norman was beginning to cry, Chloe declared, "Hope no one minds but I'm excusing myself and Norman out of here." Without another word, the tabby cat scooped up the guinea pig and left for her apartment upstairs. Settling down in her basket, she grabbed her phone. Cradled in her paws, Norman squeaked, "What are you doing?"
"Making a group chat," Chloe answered, "And then I'm hosting a meeting of my own."
