Three Hours Later...

"How old are you?" Pops asked, feeling tired. Myron had long ago given up on taking notes. A different hamster had the painful task of writing down everything.

"I'm three years old and looking for love," Ozone meowed sweetly. "Yeah right, you don't look three," Tiberius scoffed. The hairless cat glowered at the old hawk.

"Hairless, I know you're lying. Just tell me how old you are," Pops mumbled, yawning. "Can we go?" Ozone asked, changing the subject. "No," Pops grumbled. Scowling, Ozone muttered, "I'm eight years old and searching for love."

"And you?" Pops asked with a sigh, turning to Tiberius now. The old hawk stayed silent. "Eagle Eye, how old are you?" the elderly basset hound groaned. "I'm not saying," Tiberius replied.

"Cuz you're from before the Stone Age. Probably wouldn't be surprised if you were around before the universe was even born..." Ozone sneered. He instantly found himself choking as Tiberius grabbed him by the throat without warning and wouldn't let go. "What's the problem kitty cat, hawk got ya throat?" the hawk teased.

Shaking his head in dismay, Pops persisted, "Just tell me your age!"

"Not happening, sorry," Tiberius replied, still holding Ozone. The hairless cat was struggling to free himself while his face was turning blue.

"Why did I volunteer to do this?" Pops mumbled. "I've been wondering the same thing..." Ozone managed to wheeze before Tiberius tightened his hold on his neck. The hairless cat gasped for air desperately.