Seabass’ Diary…Day 148…Change of Direction

June 12, 2017-Dog had his arm around my throat, and I could feel the cool metal from the switchblade against my skin. It was now or never, and if I didn’t do this right, I would be in serious medical trouble.

I glanced over at Simba one more time and gave him a quick nod. I grabbed Dog’s forearm with both hands and clamped down on him with all of the force in my jaw! I bit down until I tasted blood.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Dog screamed. He simultaneously dropped the blade and released me. Hugo turned around, his eyes were filled with fury, and he loomed over top of us.

“RUN!” I yelled to Simba, and we both started sprinting in the same direction.

I heard a loud THUMP and turned to look back; Hugo was slithering toward us with great speed, and I knew that it would be a matter of seconds before he caught up to us. Dog was seething with anger as he gave chase, I could hear his heavy breathing and see the blood dripping from the place that I had wounded him.

“Follow me!” Simba commanded, and he turned on his heels in the opposite direction.

I obeyed and glanced behind us again, Dog’s feet skidded under him as he tried to pivot directions. He lost his footing and slid on the grass for a few seconds before regaining his momentum.

“Please tell me you have a plan!” I laboured. My breath was short, and my heart was pumping hard.

Simba’s eyes darted from side to side, and I knew that he was looking for an escape route. Hugo was gaining on us, and I could almost feel the thunder of dog’s footsteps closing in on us.

“Quick, in here!” Simba gasped as he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into darkness.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 17…

April 14, 2016- The small, stupid human turned her back to Simbicile after scolding him. A rage inside of him bubbled up because of the false accusations and he could take no more. He CHOMPED down on the back of her ankle as hard as he could and she squealed out in pain! This was one of the best days of my life! I prayed that the wound was deep enough that she would slowly pass away from blood loss.

Simbicile let go of her ankle and sped away…perhaps he was learning a few things from me? One could only hope! His alliance would make it easier to do away with the humans. The small, stupid one hobbled to the litterbox room and cleaned her wounds. I laughed loudly…what a glorious turn of events; I would soon dethrone Simbicile to become the chosen one! I watched from a distance; Simbicile slowly crept into the litterbox room and sat loyally beside the stupid one’s feet. She cleaned the dripping blood off of herself and just stared at him. “I have no idea what’s gotten into you but I don’t like it!” She said to him and this seemed to crush his spirit. But their bond was stronger than I thought…she gently picked him up and held him. He rubbed his face against hers and started to purr.

But why? What was happening? My plan had failed and I was angry! Their act made my blood run even colder and at that moment I realized that their bond could never be broken no matter what…and at that moment I made a choice. I would not frame Simbicile anymore, no, I would take ownership of my destruction and create more chaos. While those two idiots were canoodling, I would be plotting more mayhem and would begin at this very moment to resume my reign of terror. I raced into the food room and jumped onto the counter, there was foliage in a glass container with dirt in it; I swatted it onto the floor, dirt spilled everywhere and there was a thunderous crash! I continued to throw objects to the floor that got in my way; there was no stopping me! A jug full of liquid, a glass plate, even a jar of treats all crashed to the floor. The jar that held our rewards when we were “good kitties” spilled open (We barely ever received these morsels because the small, stupid human clearly did not recognize good behaviour) and I ate as many as I could as quickly as I could because I could hear impending doom… and it was headed straight for me…

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The Chosen One…Mugshot circa 2016