Seabass’ Diary…Day 146…Betrayed

May 29, 2017-I felt the hairs prickle on the back of my neck. Everything about this felt like a trap, and I hope that Simba thought the same thing.

“You have a son?” Simba asked. He still held tight to his taser just in case he needed to use it.

“Yessss, he is five yearssss old,” Hugo hissed. His eyes shifted from side to side as he spoke and this simple act did nothing for my beefing up my confidence in what he was saying.

“What happened to him?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like me, it sounded different, less authoritative and I knew that it was because my lungs felt as though they were in a vise.

“He went misssssing yessssterday, I looked for him everywhere but he wassssn’t where he normally issss, thisss isssss very worrissssome and I could ussssse your help locating him,” Hugo said.

I looked at Simba who looked at Dog who looked at me. I was trying my very best to communicate with the both of them through ESP but it clearly wasn’t working.

“Why should we help you? You’ve caused nothing but trouble for us and our friends in the past so why do you think we should listen to what you have to say?” Simba said.

“Becaussssse I’m a changed man,” Hugo slithered.

His eyes narrowed, and he flicked the end of his enormous body. It made a loud THUD on the ground.

“Let me prove it to you, come with me.” He turned his back to us, and I motioned for Simba and Dog to stay put.

Hugo looked back at us over his shoulder, “Well? What do you ssssssay? Are you coming or not?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Give us a minute, we need to discuss the plan of action if we’re going to help you.” At the very least I thought that me saying this would buy us some time.

“Very well, you have one minute to deccccide.”

“What are we going to do?” I heaved, “We can’t possibly go with him! You don’t trust him, do you? Please tell me you don’t trust him.”

Simba scratched behind his ear and paused for a moment, and before I knew what was happening, Dog pulled out a switchblade! What was going on? Had he betrayed us?

“You don’t have a choice…come with us,” Dog sneered, and he pressed the switchblade to my neck and marched us forward.

 

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 145…Slither

May 22, 2017-I gulped at the sight of him. I gave my head a shake and remembered the advice that Simba had given me many years ago, during our first encounter with Hugo, he said, “Whatever you do, do not look him in the eye.” I blinked fast and tried to avoid eye contact. Rumour had it that Hugo’s eyes were mesmerizing, and I didn’t want to take a chance that they weren’t. After all, plenty of other animals had fallen under his spell by not heeding the warning and were led away to their untimely deaths.

“Hello SSSSSebassssstien,” he hissed.

He rocked his snake body back and forth and I could tell that he was positioning himself so that he could envelop me with his tail. If this happened he would quite literally either swallow me whole or squeeze me to death and then eat me. I did not want to experience either.

“We meet again,” I said disguising the fear in my voice. I took a few steps backward and released myself from the circle he had created around me.

“Yesssss! Where is SSSSSSimba?”

“I’m here. Don’t worry your hideous little face about it!” Simba sneered.

Hugo turned around and the sight of Simba made him smile.

“Now now, no need to be nassssssty. I’ve sssssimply come for sssssome help!” he hissed

“We don’t believe you,” Simba said. “Why should we, after everything you’ve done?”

Hugo chuckled, “Sssssso what? The passsst is in the passsst!”

I could tell that he was lying and by the look on Simba’s face, so could he.

“Tell us why you’re here,” I said. “Tell us why you’re here and we won’t harm you.”

“Now that’sssss funny! You harm me? Ssssay it issssn’t sssso!” he slithered.

“TELL US WHAT YOU WANT or I will not hesitate to tase you,” Simba said matter of factly. He was fearless and I admired his ability to stand his ground.

Hugo slithered around us again until we were both surrounded by his giant body. If he chose to squeeze us to death, there would be no escape.

“It’s my sssson, he’ssss misssssing,” Hugo hissed.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 144 …Fortune Favours the Bold

May 15, 2017- I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. Hugo just wasn’t any enemy; he was the most hated and most feared adversary that Simba and I had ever encountered.

Hugo was right up there with the tall, thin woman, Edgardo, and Vacuum (pronounced VA KOOM) when it came to listing our biggest fears. Well, I should mention that I am not afraid of Vacuum, Simba is. But I will readily admit that I am afraid of the other things.

We reached the top of the platform, and the elevator doors opened. We stepped out into the light and Simba gave us the signal. Dog and I would go around to the backyard and Simba would go around the front. This was a horrible plan in my opinion because the only thing Hugo hated more than us, was being cornered.

I was on high alert. My heart was racing, and my head was pounding, and I could hear the blood rush through my ears. I looked at Dog. He had no idea what we were in for if we lost this battle. We would have to ensure that this take-over went according to plan or we would pay for it dearly, possibly even with our lives.

I scanned the yard and motioned Dog to go to the West corner of the backyard while I took the East. I was thankful that he understood hand signals and I would have to ask him how he got wrapped up in this kind of life.

“SNAP.” I heard the breaking of a branch behind me and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly turned around and prayed that it was nothing. The reflection of the moon dripped over the image that enveloped me in its shadow; It was Hugo, and all I could see were his glistening white fangs.

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A Happy Ending! Champas Finds a Home

May 15, 2017- We love happy endings at The Kitty Cat Clan, and this story is no exception. This is the story of Champas and how he finally found his furrever home.

Cat becomes receptionist after waiting more than 400 days to be adopted

Cat becomes receptionist after waiting more than 400 days to be adopted

Seabass’ Diary…Day 143…Hugo

May 8, 2017-I stood there frozen. It was a horrible sight. Simba didn’t tear his eyes away from the monitor, and neither did I, we couldn’t.

“How did he…” I stammered, but the words wouldn’t connect.

“He’s out,” Simba whispered. “I can’t believe that they let him out.”

“Neither can I…not after all he’s done,” I said.

“Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you two are afraid of this guy?” the dog who was manning the controls said with a smirk.

“It’s nothing to smirk at,” Simba said sternly as he looked at him with disdain, “You don’t know about Hugo.”

“Well, why doesn’t someone enlighten me then?” Dog said. I could see that he was becoming annoyed.

“We must deal with the breach first! There is no time to tell you right now, suit up!” “Sebastien put this on!” Simba said as he threw a bullet proof vest at me as well as a taser and helmet.

“Wait for a…”

“There is no time! PUT IT ON!” Simba shouted, and I did as he said, and so did Dog.

“We’ll have to confront him head on, be aware that he is armed and very dangerous,” Simba said.

“You two will go around the backyard, and I will swoop around the front. Hopefully, we can corner him before he knows what hit him!” Simba said as he pushed his taser into it’s older and tightened the chin strap on his helmet.

“It is time,” he said, and we stepped into the elevator.

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