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 150…Amelia

Monday, July 3, 2017- I hated the sound of this. If it was who I thought it was we’d be better off taking our chances with Hugo and Dog.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked and tried to remain calm.

“Like I said, the only way out is through the central part of the house to the front door,” Simba said.

“We’re obviously going to be spotted if we prance up the staircase! What are we supposed to say? Oh sorry! We’ve been hiding in your basement, but we’d like to leave now,” I asked incredulously.

“We’ll have to wait until the household is asleep before we make our move.”

“Fine, but I swear on Bastet if we’re captured this is all your fault, and I’ll never speak to you again.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take,” Simba said. “Either way I win.”

“Not funny,” I said.

Suddenly a light flicked on, and there were voices at the top of the staircase.

“Quick, behind here!” Simba commanded. We crouched behind a large roll of insulation and held our breath as we watched.

Two men clomped down the stairs. They were wearing work boots and grubby clothes.

“We’ll need to start with the insulation,” the larger of the two men said, “Then we can move on to drywall and go from there.”

The other man stepped towards us. “What are we going to do?” I whispered to Simba.

“There’s only one thing we can do…run. On my count…1…2…3!” Simba shouted, and I tore up the staircase after him.

We reached the top of the landing and leaned against the wall to hold our breath. I watched as Simba’s chest heaved from the exertion when all of the sudden my heart dropped into my stomach.

“Oh what a nice kitty! Wait! There’s two!” she shrieked with excitement.

My biggest fear had been realized; It was Amelia, and she was the stuff that nightmares are made of.

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