December 11, 2017- “Shhhh! There it is again!” I whispered. Simba and I waited in silence to hear the meowing one last time before moving in.
“Are you positive you heard it? Because I’m not sure-I think my mind is playing tricks on me,” Simba asked.
“I’m positive,” I answered, “It’s coming from that direction.” I motioned for Simba to follow me.
We crept down the hallway, past a few closed bedroom doors and a bathroom until the sound of meowing was undeniable.
“There. It’s coming from inside that room!” Simba whispered. I held my breath for a second and tried to think of the best way to execute an unthought of exit-strategy, but before I had my wits about me, Simba had vanished into the darkness.
“Simba!” I hissed, “Wait! It’s too dangerous for you to go in alone!” But there was no answer to my pleas. I tried to keep myself as close to the floor as possible as not to be noticed in case someone came out of the darkness and spotted me.
The meowing was getting louder, and I knew that in a few steps that I would come face to face with the animal. I would have to convince it to come with me, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that at this point. All I knew was that I needed to get out of this house with Simba and the animal in tow.
I took one step, then another and turned the corner. What I saw next made my guts lurch forward, and my voice catch in my throat.
August 28, 2017-“QUICKLY!” I screamed at Simba as he scrambled to get out of the window and onto the sheet. Amelia lurched forward and made a grab for his back leg but thankfully missed.
“Faster!” Simba cried, and I thought that he was going to climb right over me. Staring at the back end of him was less than pleasant, and he had the horrible habit of farting when he was afraid. I did not want to be downwind from him at any time much less right now. I stopped cold; All of the sudden it was as if we were moving in reverse.
“What’s happening?” I shouted to him.
“She’s pulling the sheets back up to the window!”
I looked down and realized that we were now almost 10 feet off the ground and rising. We had no choice but to jump. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“WE HAVE TO JUMP!” I yelled, “NOW!”
I prayed that Simba would blindly follow my instructions and that we would land safely. As we barreled to the ground a hundred thoughts went through my mind; Would we escape? Would the fall break our legs? How am I going to get out of these pink pyjamas?
THUD. I hit the ground feet first and was grateful that the ground was soft. I expected another THUD, seconds after I had landed, that would let me know that Simba had landed safely, but it never happened.
I looked up to the window, and there was Amelia. She was holding Simba at the same time that she slammed the window shut. He had once again been captured, and it was up to me to save him.
June 22, 2017-Meet Achilles the cat! He is very special in so many ways. Achilles, is a deaf white cat who lives in St. Petersburg’s Hermitage museum, and he will be predicting Confed Cup matches. Click on the link below to read the awesome article from RT.com. Looking forward to your comments on this one!
April 19, 2017- As most of you know, we a Pandamonium Publishing House love animals. Not only that, we love helping animals in need. Through the sales of our book Panda the Very Bad Cat, we donate to many different charities, and Bear Creek Sanctuary is one of them. Bear Creek Sanctuary is located just west of Barrie, Ontario, Canada.
Here is an excerpt from their website: “If we have the ability to help an animal in need, then we are morally obligated to do so”
“If we have the ability to help an animal in need, then we are morally obligated to do so”
“Extinct is Forever!”
“We are a volunteer driven non-profit organization dedicated to the survival of rare and endangered species. We are also involved in humane wildlife rescue and rehabilitation of animals involved in public concerns, and as always, we provide a safe haven for unwanted, abused and injured exotic and zoo surplus animals.”
These animals cannot be placed back in the wild because they’ve been humanized and would not be able to survive in any other scenario.
I sincerely hope that you will check them out and that you’ll think of supporting their amazing work. I’ve attached a link to their site that you can click on, and it will take you right to their main page where you can browse through FAQ’s, see the various animals that they help and even see some of the things that are on their Amazon Wishlist! It’s a really great way to get involved if you have the resources and Amazon will even ship it directly to Bear Creek Sanctuary! There’s even the option to SPONSOR an animal!
Here’s a link to their Amazon Wishlist:
This is Lola, a resident at Bear Creek Sanctuary…
April 20, 2017- My guts churned as I realized the facts. The tall, thin woman missing from the group meant that she was still at large. I didn’t want to think about her on the loose, lurking around our neighbourhood, waiting for her next opportunity to cause chaos in our seemingly normal lives.
There were so many things I’d have to sort out; the new found power of Simba and what he was really capable of, getting Bernard back to his family, making sure that the prison was secured and not in imminent danger, among a laundry list of other things. I hated feeling this way; so unsure of what was to come and the feeling of not knowing who was really around me.
All of us except the small, stupid human were taken back to the prison in a police car. She was being taken to the hospital because of her injuries. The large, stupid human took Bernard back to Monty’s house where his family was waiting; I watched from the window of the prison as the large, stupid human explained the ordeal to Bernard’s parents. Thankfully they looked shocked and sympathetic and seemed happy that Bernard was safe.
“Sebastien, may I speak to you for a moment?” Simba asked. I half-heartedly turned around and expected a lecture.
“I’m glad we’re all safe, I’m glad that this didn’t turn out as a worst possible scenario,” he continued.
“I’m glad we’re back too,” I paused for a moment and wondered if I should say anything else. Before I got a chance Simba spoke, “There’s something I need to tell you.”
I gave him my full attention and sat in silence at the prospect of what he was about to say. I braced myself and held my breath.
“I’m not who you think I am.”
Thank you to Dr. Delaney Della Fortuna who owns the Binbrook Animal Hospital for writing this description of what the Angel Fund is and what it’s used for. The Angel Fund is one of the programs that Panda the Very Bad Cat supports by donating a portions of the proceeds from every sale of our book.
The angel fund was developed to try and help our clients who want the very best for beloved pet in an emergency type situation but don’t always have the funds to be able to do so. For example, a senior citizen whose pet desperately needs dental surgery to have their teeth cleaned and infected teeth removed. The owner comes in every year and has their physical exam and vaccines but the cost of a procedure like that isn’t in a pensioners budget. Or we have used it on a client who was on disability and had a epileptic cat. She made it work year after year to buy the medication and do the lab work required and when it came to the day she had to say goodbye we covered the bill for the euthanasia.
The Angel Fund allows us to help our clients that truly want the best for their pets but
when emergencies arise the funds are not always there so instead of letting the pets
suffer we give the owners a helping hand.
I hope that you’ll join Panda the Very Bad Cat in supporting this great cause!
July 26, 2016-We looked on in silence. The short, pretty human said, “Who are you and why are you here?” Grandpa answered her, “My name is Garnet and I’m here because I’m trying to save some animals…we desperately need your help because we are in danger.” The short, pretty human looked at him suspiciously and with every right to do so. “Where are your animals?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.
Grandpa gave a low whistle and we emerged one by one from our hiding places and stood before the human. “Here…they’re all here; they’ve been rescued from a pet hotel and some of these animals have been missing for years…they need to get back to their families,” he said. The short, pretty human finally dropped the pitchfork that she had been gripping tightly. “I’ve seen this on the news…people everywhere are looking for you guys…even you,” she said to Grandpa. Her eyes were huge with disbelief about what she had stumbled upon as she looked around at all of us.
She started to unload the back of her truck, “Yes, I’ll help you-We will go to the police station and tell them what’s happened. Get all of the animals into the back!”She said and there was a sense of urgency in her voice. Grandpa threw off the bales and then loaded us all into the bed of the pickup, “I don’t even know your name but thank you for helping us…” he said. “My name is Hannah,” she said quietly, “And you’re in more danger than you think.”