Seabass’ Diary…Day 125…Runaway

October 14, 2016-The inside of the truck was silent. I closed my eyes and listened closely…nothing. My heart thudded against my chest and I slowly opened my eyes. Bernard stared at me and I shook my head, “This is all my fault,” I said, “If I hadn’t gotten is into this mess in the first place this wouldn’t be happening.” Bernard didn’t offer any words of comfort and in that moment I knew that it was true. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t my fault, deep down I knew it was.

We waited for a beat but there was still no action outside of the building. “I think I’m going to investigate…I need to know that my humans are ok,” I said solemnly. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Bernard said quietly. I hung my head,”You know, you’re right, I have done enough…maybe it’s time that I left. The humans might be better off without me,” I said. “No…I didn’t mean it like that!” Bernard said, “All I meant was that we don’t know what’s happening! With the humans, with Simba, with anything!”

It felt as though a knife was jammed into my heart as I listened to his words. They hung in the air like a thick fog and I felt breathless. “I should just…leave…then there wouldn’t be any more trouble,” I said quietly as I opened the door to the truck. “Goodbye Bernard, thanks for all of your help,” I said and I stepped out onto the pavement. “NO! Seabass, get back here, it’s not safe!” Bernard pleaded, but it was too late. I had made up my mind and no one was going to stop me.


Seabass’ Diary…Day 124…Danger…

September 25, 2016- The words one black cat rang in my ears. I looked at Bernard and he looked at me, I could tell by the fear in his eyes that I had heard correctly. My heart thumped against my ribs and I felt like I couldn’t breathe; I wasn’t sure if the large human would betray me or not…afterall, our relationship had been tumultuous, to say the least.

We pulled into a parking lot and I saw the warehouse that the large human had identified to the emergency voice on the speakers. The large human pulled the truck around to the side of the building and shut off the engine. “Stay here,” he said to both of us. I breathed a quick sigh of relief and watched as he reached into the back seat and grabbed a black carrier bag. “I really hope that they believe this is you,” he said as he shook his head.

I looked around for the police but there was no sign of them and no sound of sirens in the far off distance. I truly hoped that they would come barging in at any moment and save the day. There was no doubt in my mind that they were coming but I didn’t know how much time we had before things got even more dangerous.

I wondered what was in the carrier bag but was thankful that it wasn’t me. The large human shut the door and walked quickly to the back of the building out of sight.



Seabass’ Diary…Day 121…Shaken Not Stirred

September 19, 2016- I could tell that we were moving at a frightening speed. The cages that we were held hostage in slid around as we rounded the sharp turns in the road. “Ok think…think, think, think, think, think…we can’t chew through the metal bars, we can’t bend them or slip between them,” I said as I put my hands on my hips. That was my classic thinking pose and it helped me clear my head more than once before.

“So the only way out is to break the cage into pieces somehow,” I said. I jiggled the lock once more to make sure that it hadn’t magically opened on its own and was disappointed when it hadn’t. “Ok…I have an idea…I think,” Bernard said. “What if we wiggle our cages so that they touch the door, that way when it opens we can throw our weight against it and with any luck we will hit the ground and the crash will break open the cage.”

I was still in my thinking stance. “Ok, that seems like the only option we have right now so let’s do it,” I said. To be honest I wasn’t very confident that it would work but what choice did we have? We were out of options. We inched our cages to the back door of the van and hoped for the best. Whoever opened the doors of the vehicle would not be prepared for us. The van came to a screeching halt and the engine turned off. I held my breath and then said a prayer but what happened next shook us. We didn’t even have time to brace for impact…


Seabass’ Diary…Day 119…Fear…

September 12, 2016-A dark cloth blinded me and I writhed and hissed to try and free myself from my captor. I spat and snarled and tried to bite whatever was closest to me but it was no use, I could not get away. I was immobilized. I heard Simba scream at the top of his lungs and I could tell that he was putting up just as much of a fight as I was.

There was a muffled “Woof!” and a couple of growls so I knew that Bernard had also been captured. What had we gotten ourselves into? We were supposed to be the ones to save the human and here we were in just as bad of a spot! I felt myself being carried to the next location and I was terrified, not only for myself but for the small human because it had been hours since we last saw her and currently had no idea of her whereabouts. We were running out of time.

I managed to wiggle one of my hands out of the black towel that was binding me and I grabbed onto something with all of my might. Usually this would force my captor to release me but at this time it did not. I felt something familliar when I tried to dig my nails into whatever it was that I had grasped, but I couldn’t place exactly what it was. I heard the muffled “Woof!” again and was slightly relieved that Bernard was also being transported with me. I listened for Simba but there was only silence now.


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!


Seabass’ Diary…Day 111…Taken…

August 27, 2016-I didn’t know if I believed myself or not. In actuality, Simba’s reaction was on par…I couldn’t blame him for freaking out, I wanted to as well but I had to keep calm for the both of us. I needed a level head to figure this out and to ensure our safety.

“Where is Henri? Please tell me he’s not here anymore!” Simba said. I stared at Simba for a second and time stood still. I felt as though I was watching myself from outside of my body. “I…uh…uh…” We raced back to where I had left the small, stupid human and slammed on the brakes. I almost fell head over heels because I stopped so suddenly. I peeked around the corner and there was no trace of the small, stupid human…it didn’t make sense! She couldn’t have vanished into thin air…panic filled my heart and I started to worry. “She’s not here! Where is she?” Simba said. He was starting to hyperventilate, after all, the small human was his best friend in the whole world. He had every reason to panic.

I noticed that a few items had been knocked off of the table. It was strange and it looked like there had been a struggle. I sniffed around the table and noticed a rag on the floor. I crept a little closer and stopped in my tracks. Chloroform. I could identify that smell anywhere! It had been part of my military training; I was thankful that it had been or I would have been in enormous danger. Simba stood beside me, “What is it?! Where is SHE?!” I bowed my head and said, “She’s been taken.”


Seabass’ Diary…Day 102…A Little Help…

August 15, 2016-“What are you doing here?” I said in disbelief. It was fortunate for Bandit that the stupid humans weren’t home; he was still taking a risk of being seen by boldly knocking at the front gate. “I came to see if you and Simba were ok! I watched the news and heard all about your adventure…the word around town is that you’re a hero!” I smiled…I was a hero wasn’t I? I thought to myself and invited Bandit inside.

The clock chimed 11 and I made a mental note of how many hours before the tall, thin human returned. “It’s good to see you dear friend,” I said, “I have much to tell you.” Bandit helped himself to a few snacks in the kitchen while I told him the whole story about the diamond heist and brought him up to speed with what was happening now. “So you see, she’s coming back for revenge and I could use all the help I can get…I ordered some supplies on the Amazon but somehow my order got mixed up,” I said. “What’s in the box then?” Bandit asked. “Wigs,” I said as I pulled one out to show him.

Bandit inspected the wigs and put one on…he looked pretty terrifying actually. “I have an idea,” he said as he put the wig back into the box, “How many wigs are there?” I jumped into the box and counted, “15,” I said. “That’ll do just fine,” he said. “What’s the plan?” I asked, I felt a bit nervous because the last time that Bandit and I teamed up Simba and I landed in the clink. Bandit rubbed his palm together and smiled a most devious smile, “Not to worry…I’ve got it all figured out and guess what? You’re gonna be famous!”



Seabass’ Diary…Day 92…Trouble…

July 29, 2016-I turned around and saw that Hannah was still following us. The tall, thin woman and Edgardo had returned to their car and were trying to start it…soon they became just a speck in the distance. We all huddled close to Grandpa as we continued at top speed on the main road.

“We need to get to a police station!” Grandpa said, “As soon as I tell them what happened, they’ll help us!” I hoped that his statement was true but I couldn’t help but wonder if showing up in a stolen vehicle would have any bearing on the outcome of our fate. It was a crime of necessity-rare but true in this case. The sound of sirens gaining on us split through my ears…this could be our lucky break.

I had a strange feeling about this, I knew that we should pull over but something told me to keep going. Grandpa pulled the truck to a stop at the side of the road and jumped out of the truck-he went to tell the policeman everything that had happened. As he walked toward the cruiser the knot in my stomach pulled tighter and I hoped my eyes were deceiving me…the officer looked a lot like Henri. I watched as Grandpa stopped dead in his tracks; he must’ve thought the same thing because he turned on his heels and ran to the truck in a full out sprint.

Henri followed suit; he tried to tackle Grandpa but missed by a hair. Grandpa just made it back to the truck with Henri hot on his heels, just as he reached for the door, Henri made contact. Grandpa fell to the ground with a tremendous THUMP and the dust flew. I watched in horror as their bodies twisted in a thundering heap and I knew that I needed to take action.


Seabass’ Diary…Day 74…S.O.S…

July 5, 2016- My brain scanned the most direct route to the diamond. It’s fascinating how the mind works under pressure and I was glad that mine was still functioning considering the circumstances. It’s an odd thing really-with all of my special skills training, this was one situation that really bothered me. I think it was because I knew how much was on the line…Simba’s life was the cost of any error on my part and that made the stakes incredibly high.

Edgardo’s voice was in my ear again and he said, “Sensors shutting down in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!” I sprang into action and raced towards the diamond! I skidded to the foot of the platform that housed the jewel and climbed up it as fast as my legs would carry me. I reached the top and snatched the diamond-there was no time to admire it’s beauty. I raced back to the dangling zip line; the sensors returned and filled the room again.

I looked up at Edgardo who was watching me from his post. “Hook yourself up and I’ll pull you,” he said. He left his post to initiate the pulley system and I knew that this was my only chance. I took the pad of paper and pen that I had stolen from the tall, thin human’s Chanel bag and scribbled furiously-I only had a matter of seconds. I wrote down the address of the Pet Hotel and wrote, “Stolen diamond at this location-help!” I clipped myself onto the zip line and began my ascent-as I dangled in mid air and finally reached the opening, I threw the pad of paper as hard as I could to the ground. The pad of paper crossed one of the sensors and the alarm was immediately activated! Lights and sirens went off inside of the museum and Edgardo shouted, “YOU FOOL!”


Seabass’ Diary…Day 61…Weapons of War

June 14, 2016-I shook in terror and screamed at the top of my lungs! Grandpa drew closer to me and held out the cylindrical, green gourd…it had been years since I had seen one and the sight of the Cucumis sativus made my blood run cold. For some reason many felines are particularly freaked out by this particular item and rightly so…I mean, it’s hideous!

I ran towards the exit and only then realized that the door was closed; I looked around nervously for an escape but alas, there was no hope. I did what any heroic wildcat would do in the same situation, I backed myself into a corner and hissed with all of my might. Grandpa threw the terrible object onto the nest and exhibited the welding gloves again; I growled and spit but it was no use-I had been captured.

He held me away from himself as if carrying a ticking time bomb. “That’s a good boy, easy now Seabass,” he said softly and lowered me into the animal transport device. He shut the door of the device and Simba and I were loaded into an unmarked vehicle. “Why can you never do as your told?” Simba growled. “Because I DON’T want to GO!” I growled back. “Get over yourself…this will be the best week ever! Gabriel stayed at a place like this and said it was terrific, I have high hopes plus I could use a bit of relaxation,” Simba said.

I stopped for a moment and looked at him incredulously, “Gabriel is a canine-he likes EVERYTHING!” I narrowed my eyes at him and said, “Plus, you’re really going to trust someone who rolls around in dirt like a common peasant?” Simba glared at me, “Yes, what choice do I have?  You are always so skeptical…and by the way this is all YOUR fault! If you hadn’t have thrown that stupid party we would’ve been allowed to stay with Grandpa!”

I squeezed myself as far away as Simba as I possibly could given the circumstances and blew out a sigh, it was going to be a long week and I prayed for separate living quarters…I would discuss this with the concierge immediately upon our arrival.

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