Seabass’ Diary…Day 167…Not So Fast

December 4, 2017- I crept out of the closet and returned to Simba.

“What are you doing?” Simba whispered, “There are animals in there that need saving!”

“No. There are no animals in the closet you fool!” I said with contempt.

“YES. THERE. ARE!” Simba hissed.

I shook my head and stayed silent for a moment. How was I going to get this through his thick skull?

“There are NO animals in the closet. I’ll prove it to you.”

“You’re going to have to because I’m not leaving until they’re rescued!”

I roll my eyes, “Come with me.”

I lead Simba to the closet one careful step at a time. Fear rips through with back with every sound as the floorboards creak beneath our combined weight. Thoughts of Amelia returning to capture us is enough to make me want to get out of here as fast as we can. There is no way that  I could spend another second with her; she was insane and I know that is a horrible thing to say about a little girl, but a spade is a spade.

“See? Look!” I hiss at Simba, “These are the so-called “animals” you’ve been worried about!” I gesture to the ceiling and point to the various one-piece pyjamas with various animal hoods. I still wasn’t sure how Simba made such a grievous error. Surely he knew the difference between real animals and clothing!

There are a few moments of silence before Simba speaks first, “Wait a second, so this is it? The animals that I thought were trapped in here are just pyjamas?”

“Yes.”

“How could I be so stupid?” Simba moaned.

I wanted to agree with him, that he was reckless and didn’t have his facts straight, and put us in a position of danger, but I couldn’t bring myself to scold him.

“You’re not stupid, I would have probably done the exact same thing…I…do you hear that?” I whisper. There is a faint sound coming from down the hall; it’s meowing.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 166…All is Not What it Seems…

November 13, 2017- We held our breath for what seemed like forever. I listened carefully for any sounds of life, and when I was sure that there were none, I spoke quietly to Simba.

“Can you get a better vantage point than this?” I asked.

“Why do I have to be the one to investigate? You’re the one who left me here remember?”

I sighed, “Fine, I’ll go. And for the record, I did not leave you here, you were captured!”

“Yeah…thanks for the reminder!” Simba snarled.

I wriggled my way out from under the bed just enough to survey the room. It was totally empty, and there was no sign of Amelia. I looked around for the closet and eventually spotted it on the opposite side of the room.

“Ok, just so that I’m 100% sure, that is the closet,” I said to Simba and pointed to the closed door.

“Yes.”

“I’m going in.”

“I’ll come with you!” Simba said cautiously. I could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“No, you’ve been through enough, I’ll do this on my own. Besides, you might need to cause a distraction in case anyone comes through the door.”

“Ok, good luck and Godspeed,” Simba said with his head bowed.

I crept across the carpet and slid into the half-open closet door. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light but when they finally did, I gasped. I needed to get a closer look just to be sure. I crawled on my belly and cased the entire closet. It was true.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I hissed and covered my face with my paws.

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 164…Lost and Found

October 30, 2017- I stood over Simba and fanned his face with my paws in an attempt to wake him.

“Simba, wake up! Wake up! Please!” I said. A few seconds later he startled and sprang to his feet.

“Are you ok?” The rodent whispered; we all waited with bated breath to find out what his answer would be.

“Yes, I’m ok. It was just all too much, the thought of going back in there is so overwhelming. We don’t have a choice though, there are lives at stake!”

“Are you ok?” I asked the rodent’s friend.

“Not really, I think that it’s time for us to leave…I can’t stay here one second longer!” The rodent friend said and then burst into tears.

I could not imagine the horror that they must have experienced even though I saw a lot with my own eyes. I don’t know what happened after I escaped and I’m not too sure that I really want all of the details.

The rodent turned to his friend and tried to calm him down, but to no avail, he was inconsolable. Without a word, they disappeared into the bushes.

Simba and I stood there for a second utterly stunned at the events that just unfolded.

“So what’s the plan?” I said. Sometimes I can be too dogmatic, and it often gets me in trouble.

“I don’t know, I don’t know where to start. I need a few minutes to gather myself,” Simba said.

“Ok, let me know when you’re ready,” I said. I rattled a couple of options around in my head before I settled on one idea in particular. It would be risky, but at this point, it looked like our only option.

Just as Simba was about to speak, there was a rustle from the bushes, and both rodents reappeared.

“We’ll help…and we have a plan to rescue the rest of the animals.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 163…A Slight Problem

October 23, 2017- The rodent and I scrambled down the stairs and back out the front door that we had left open. We hurried to the backyard to meet the recently freed captives.

“Are you ok?” I said to Simba as I embraced him in a manly way.

“Yes, it was…it was…”

“Why are you shaking?” I asked. I was very concerned with the way he was behaving and wondered what had taken place in my absence.

“I don’t want to relive it…I’ll tell you one day when I’m ready,” Simba said.

I looked at the two rodents, and the one who had just been released was also quite terrified it seemed. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his lower lip quivered when he spoke.

“There are more,” Simba whispered.

“What?” I said.

“There are more…of us.”

I decided to be patient with him; Afterall, he had just experienced a horrible ordeal.

“What do you mean more of us?” I asked.

“He’s right! There are many more…at least four more creatures…in the closet,” the rodent said.

“Wait for a second, there are more animals in Amelia’s room?” I shuddered at the thought.

“Yes, that’s why we must go back in to rescue them!” Simba said.

I stood there with my hands on my hips and blew out a sigh, “There is NO WAY that we are going back in there. You were just given a gift of escaping the clutches of Amelia with your lives, and now you want to go back in? Are you kidding me?”

And with that, Simba fainted.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 160…The Odds

September 27, 2017-The creature tugged and pulled and grunted, and finally was able to undo the zipper to the pink pyjamas.

“There, you’re free!” He said breathlessly as he tossed the hideous nightwear into the nearby bushes.

“Thank you for your assistance. We need to move quickly because if we don’t, Simba and your friend could be lost forever. The more time we take, the higher the odds of never seeing them again are.” The blood pounded in my skull and I knew that the stakes were dire and by the look on the creature’s face…he did too.

The blood pounded in my skull and I knew that the stakes were dire and by the look on the creature’s face…he did too.

“Give me instructions and I’ll do exactly as you say!” The rodent-like creature pleaded.

It was nice to finally have some respect from the people I worked with. I never got this kind of cooperation from Simba!

“See that vent on the outside of the house?” I pointed to what I was talking about.

“Yes, I see it.”

“We need to remove it because I’m betting that once we do, it’ll lead to a pipe or a hole that we can enter the house from.”

We moved quickly and I watched as the creature used his odd-looking hands to pry the vent off. Success! It worked!

I examined the hole for a moment and instantly realized that there was no way that I could fit.

“You’re going to have to go in alone, unlock the door and let me inside,” I said not breaking eye contact with him.

“I don’t think I can do this! Not alone-not without you!”

“You have to, there are lives at stake!” I reminded him.

The creature closed his eyes and nodded, “Ok I’ll do it.”

“Good man!” I said and watched as he disappeared into the hole.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 156…Escape Artists

August 21, 2017-  “You’re kidding yourself if you think that I’m going to call you that,” Simba said as I ignored him.

I stared out the window for a second and gulped. The ground had to be fifteen feet below us.

“This is way too high to jump!” I said.

“Shhh! We don’t know who is still in the house so keep it down! You’re going to get us caught!” Simba said through gritted teeth.

“I’m going to get us caught? You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place!” I remind him.

“Because you’ve never got us into trouble right? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Just forget it! Focus on how we’re going to get out of here!” I said. My mind whirled, and my eyes settled on a bunch of blankets at the end of the bed.

“Wait a second…grab me those sheets,” I commanded. Simba didn’t ask any questions as he handed me three of them.

“We’ll tie these together and use them to climb down the side of the house; secure that end to this lamp, it should hold our weight,” I said.

Simba did as I said and quickly began making knots in the sheets, “This should do it!” He said.

“Good, now throw the other end out the window!”

“You go first,”Simba said, and I didn’t hesitate. I climbed out the window and peered over the edge,”This doesn’t completely reach the ground, but at least it’s only a six-foot drop from the end.

“Better than 15!” Simba echoed.

Suddenly, the door burst open, the sound scared me half to death, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Amelia was back, and she had caught us in the midst of our escape.

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Seabass’ Diary… Day 155…Prince of Darkness

You didn’t think I forgot to write this post, did you? 🙂 I’ve been saving it for Black Cat Appreciation Day which is today; Talk about a great way to celebrate with my black, house panther Seabass and his diary of adventure!

August 17, 2017-I stared at Simba for a second and waited for the sound of footsteps thudding down the staircase to cease; I had to be sure that Amelia wasn’t returning.

I counted to ten and then blew out a sigh, “This is insanity!” I shouted. “We are literally being held captive by a child! A CHILD!” I repeated. “By the way, you look ridiculous!” I snorted at Simba.

“I look ridiculous…really?” Simba said and rolled his eyes so hard that I was certain they would fall right out of his head and onto the floor.

“Nevermind, get this off of me and let’s get out of here before she gets back!” I hissed.

I jumped out of the carriage, and Simba followed suit. The pink pyjamas tangled around my feet and I fell flat on my face. “Don’t even…” I said as I glared at Simba who was covering his mouth with both paws as he tried to force the laughter back down to his gut. He could tell by the look on my face that I wasn’t kidding.

“Hold still!” He commanded as he tugged on the zipper of the pink pyjamas. “It’s stuck.”

“What do you mean it’s stuck?” I said.

“I mean it’s stuck, your hair is stuck in between the teeth of the zipper; I can’t get it down!”

I started to panic. The only way I was getting out of these pyjamas was with the assistance of someone else. Amelia zipped me up so that the zipper was on my back and not in the front and there was no way I could reach it by myself.

“We need to get out of here!” Simba said as he slid the blue, frilly night gown over his head and tossed it into the corner. I knew he was trying to annoy me on purpose by doing this, but I ignored his feeble attempt at humour.

“And how do you suppose we do that? The door is shut, and we can’t reach the doorknob.”  He was really starting to get under my skin.

“The window,” Simba said as he pointed to the sill. He jumped up gracefully, took out his sharpest claw and slashed an opening in the screen that we could both fit through.

“After you My Lady,” Simba said with a stupid grin plastered across his face.

“You shall address me properly…I am His Lordship or The Prince of Darkness,” I spat as I brushed a pink frill out of my face and headed for the window.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 154…Not so Fast!

August 7, 2017-Amelia squealed with delight. She brought me over to a full-length mirror and said, “You’re such a pretty kitty!”  I stared back at my reflection; I looked absolutely ridiculous and hated myself for letting her humiliate me this way.

She placed me into some sort of carriage that is used for human babies and shoved a pacifier in my mouth. I’m not going to lie; I didn’t hate it. She left me, and I watched as she waltzed across the room to capture Simba. Finally, it was his turn.

I watched as Amelia struggled to lift him because of his girth and chuckled inwardly at the stupid look plastered on his face; it was half terror, half repentance for laughing at me earlier.

While Amelia was distracted I looked around the room for the best possible exit; it would not be an easy escape, especially if we had to run right past her. Simba and I leaving separately was not an option; there was no way any one of us was getting left behind, it was just too dangerous. Who knew what Amelia was capable of? We’ve already seen what a monster she is, and that was a chance that I wasn’t willing to take.

Suddenly, as Amelia was lifting a sky blue princess dress over Simba’s arms and head, there was shouting from downstairs!

“Amelia! Time to go to Grandma’s!” the voice shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Our saviour! We would finally be free! My heart leaped out of my chest, and I could see the relief flood Simba’s face; soon this nightmare would be over!

“Coming mom!” Amelia shouted. She finished her work on Simba and looked at us menacingly and said, “You stay here kitties, I’ll be back soon.”

She plunked Simba down in the carriage with me and shut the bedroom door.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 153…Defeated

July 24, 2017- I looked to Simba for any sort of support or exit strategy, but he just sat there with a stupid look on his face and the tiniest bit of a smirk. I would battle with him later, but at this point, I needed to focus on getting away from Amelia and saving any shred of dignity that I had left. If she managed to wrestle me into the pink pyjamas that would be it…I could not go on. How could I ever look at myself in the mirror again if she defeated me?

She carried me over to the closet and sorted through outfit after pink outfit until she finally selected the perfect one. Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not opposed to wearing clothes, after all, I have a Batman shirt, multiple capes and of course a suit of armour but doesn’t everyone?

“OK! Let’s put these on!” Amelia squealed as she showed me a nightgown that had frills and ribbons and sequins. I shuddered and clenched my jaw. I wanted to fight back, I really did, but I had no choice but to just lay there and let her put the pyjamas on me. The last thing I wanted was to wear the pyjamas, but more importantly, I didn’t want to be seen as a monster, and  I knew that if I attacked her word would get out and no one would ever work for me again. My plans for world domination were more important than my pride at this second.

She slid the nightgown over my head and put my arms through the sleeves. There was snickering coming from the corner, and I wriggled around to witness Simba covering his mouth and trying not to laugh. Vengence would be mine as soon as I got out of here.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 151…A Grave Mistake

July 10, 2017-My head pounded in my ears and my mouth went dry. Amelia was coming for us and there was nowhere for us to escape her clutches.

Simba’s head whipped from side to side as he tried to find a path of least resistance. Amelia stood in front of us and reached down just as Simba shouted,”Follow me!”

I did as he commanded. We ran as fast as our legs would carry us and we managed to slide through Amelia’s legs.

“Naughty kitties!” She screamed and the sound of her laughing maniacally behind us sent shivers up my spine.

“She’s gaining on us!” I shouted to Simba.

“Up here!” He yelled and we raced up the staircase to the upper level of the house.

I heard Amelia’s footsteps stomp up the stairs after us. She was hot on our trail and it would only be a matter of time before she caught us for good.

“This way!” I said and pointed to a dark room Simba in after me and we heard the door slam as we huddled under the bed and braced for the worst.

“Silly cats! You come out from under there!” Amelia was crouching on the floor in front of us. My lungs burned and my legs ached and I wanted to go back to the prison, I wanted to be anywhere but here!

Amelia reached for me first and managed to scoop me up from my hiding place.

We had made a grave mistake. We should have never entered her room.

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