Seabass’ Diary…Day 162…Free at last!

October 16, 2017- I stood there frozen for a split second before I sprang into action.

“Just do what I tell you to do!” I shouted at the rodent-type creature behind me as we raced up the stairs to Amelia’s room.

The door to Amelia’s bedroom was flung open, and there was a larger human standing in the doorway. I motioned for the rodent to hide and I did the same as we listened to the conversation that was taking place mere feet away from us.

“Amelia! What in the world were you thinking? You CANNOT and MUST NOT let stray animals or wildlife into the house! These animals could bite you or worse!”

Excellent, I thought to myself, scare the small human into letting her captives go! Why didn’t I think of that…Oh, yeah-because I can’t communicate with the humans in their language.

“But MOOOOOMMMMM the kitty and the mouse didn’t bite me-they’re my friends!” Amelia shrieked and stomped her foot.

I watched as Simba shook his head furiously in disagreement about being friends with her. He’d naturally been subjected to another costume change and was wearing a princess’ dress and a bedazzled tiara. Of all the times to be without my phone, this was one of the worst; I was missing a tremendous opportunity to blackmail him.

“Amelia Marie, that is absolutely NOT acceptable or allowed. I’m not going to tell you this again! NO ANIMALS IN THE HOUSE!” the mother reprimanded her.

Amelia began to cry as the woman picked up Simba very carefully. She acted as if he were about to explode. She freed him from the princess’ dress and the crown and also freed the rodent’s friend from a clear cage.

“Now SHOO!” the woman commanded as she guided Simba and the rodent to the back patio door and granted them their escape.

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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 158…An Unlikely Friend

September 4, 2017- I felt a sick sensation in the pit of my stomach. I was quite literally back at square one. I ran as fast as I could, which wasn’t fast at all given the state of me, to a nearby hedge and struggled to get out of the pink pyjamas. I twisted and writhed and rubbed my back against the branches in the hopes of freeing the zipper from my fur. It was all for naught and I was getting frustrated.

I was frustrated because of everything that had happened. I was hopeless and I’ve never felt more alone in my life. For the first time in a long time, I felt incompetent in my skills. I sat in the bushes for a long time feeling sorry for myself. Then, there was a voice!

“Excuse me…uhh…I was wondering if…if ummm…” the voice said.

I whipped around to see where the voice was coming from and was met face to face with something that looked like a large mouse…a rat even might be a better way to describe it. It had a long snout, beady black eyes, a fat body, and a long skinny tail.

“Listen, I’m probably the last person you want to ask for anything,” I said.

“Well uhh…I was ummm wondering if you could help me with something?” The creature said. He was awkward and uncomfortable and this made me apprehensive.

“Look, buddy like I said, I’m not the man for the job…my best friend is locked inside that house with a mad woman and I’m still wearing these stupid pyjamas!”

“Ok….well, sorry to bother you…I’m sorry about your best friend. The funny thing is that my best friend is locked inside there too…with Amelia. I barely escaped with my life,” The creature said as he started off in the other direction.

“Stop!” I said. “What did you say?”

“I said that my best…”

I cut him off, “I know what you said…you were also a victim of Amelia?”

“Yes…I escaped only yesterday.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 116…YIKES!

September 6, 2016- I shushed Simba and gave him silent instructions to follow me to the backyard. The sound had stopped and then started again. I crept alongside Monty’s house and shivered at the sound that seemed to be getting louder. It was an odd kind of scraping sound like bone on bone. I held my breath as I dove into the bush to get a better vantage point. I signalled to Simba to stay where he was while I surveyed the situation.

I peeked out from the bush and scanned the back yard. The yard seemed to be empty except for the sound of scraping. There was a table, a couple of chairs and a kiddie pool but other than those objects there was nothing noteworthy. I needed to get a better look. There was an old shed at the South East corner of the lot and the sound seemed to be coming from behind it…I couldn’t be sure unless I got closer.

I motioned for Simba to take my place in the bush. He would be safer under cover that was for sure. I had no idea what was lurking in the yard. I gathered all of my courage and crept closer to the shed; I stopped and stuck myself up against the sideboards. Just a few more steps and I would make visual contact with the sound. I took three steps forward and cocked my head around the corner. “AAAGGGHHHH!” I screamed as I came nose to nose with an enormous creature that I had never seen before!

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 7

There was much excitement within the prison walls yesterday, a moth had entered somehow. I watched the winged creature flutter about and my thirst for it was insatiable. The poor thing! It had no idea that it’s fate would soon be upon it; and such a nasty one at that.

I was laying on the dining room table as I usually do and was basking in the glorious glow of The Sunbeam. The Sunbeam is my only solace in this hell and I am quite surprised that it finds it’s way inside this deep pit of despair. I saw the winged creature and my eyes widened…could this be? I stretched into a magnificent arch and sat up…yes, there it was again. I watched it fly from the ceiling fan onto the light fixture and then into the window. I pounced and tried to grab it with my paws but alas, it slipped right through.

No matter, I would try again and this time be victorious! I followed it into the living room and swatted at it again…this time it suffered a near fatal blow at my strength. It flew to the floor, disoriented and injured! I ran to the living room rug and tried to find my prize…Simbicile was already there…his mouth was moving slowly and he seemed to be eating something…he had claimed the prize as his own and was finishing off the last delicious morsel.

A rage as hot as lava filled my being. How could he claim the prize that was rightfully mine? He had not suffered the labour of catching the thing! I stared at him; there he sat, a abhorrent figure of laziness. He was  licking his chops and cleaning his face. He looked at me smugly and smiled.  I attacked him with all of my might, our bodies entangled in a fury of fur. I bit down on him as hard as I could and he kicked me in the face. I retreated…this time he had won, but make no mistake…I am plotting my revenge. The small human awoke and saw the destruction of the living room, tumbleweeds of my luxurious black coat dotted the carpet. She came to find me but I hid…I did not want to see her, I had been defeated in battle and that was enough for today.

 

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