August 16, 2016-I smiled. I liked fame as much as the next cat but as far as I was concerned, I was already famous enough. I had made headlines in the paper, was on the news and people everywhere knew my name. Still, I was intrigued by Bandit’s plan.
Simba waltzed out of the nest and stretched and rubbed his eyes, “Bandit?…What are you doing inside? Oh no, it there another party that I don’t know about? Please tell me there isn..” Bandit quickly interrupted him, “No, I’m just here to visit and see how you guys are that’s all-not to worry.” He cut his eyes to me and smiled a really awkward smile…he almost looked like a hungry badger I’d seen once. I shot him a look that said knock it off and he cleared his throat, “Well…I guess I’ll mosey along then…Bye Simba!” “Bye Bandit,” Simba said and he headed back to the nest.
I waited until Simba closed the door before I said another word. “Well? What’s the plan? We’re running out of time!” Bandit cupped a hand to my ear and whispered the details of his plan. My eyes grew wide and my mouth hung open as he continued to divulge the idea he had. I shook my head a couple of times and gasped…he was crazy enough to think this might actually work…and so was I.