Seabass’ Diary…Day 168…It’s Not What You Think…

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.

iphone oct 2015 055

Advertisements

Seabass’ Diary…Day 149…Escape

June 19, 2017- “Quickly, there is no time!” Simba shouted as I scrunched my eyes together and waited for a second while they adjusted to the lack of light.

Simba’s chest heaved from the level of exertion we had just been through, “GO!” he yelled and pushed me down a sleek silver tunnel that was angled into a sharp drop. I hit the ground with a THUD and steadied myself at the bottom.

Simba followed right behind me, and when all of our feet hit the ground, he quickly gave orders.

“Help me push this! We need to barricade ourselves!” Simba commanded and started pushing a large wooden plank with all of his might. I got on the other end, and we covered the opening of the pipe we had just slid down.

“That was close. This should hold them!  Dog won’t fit, but if by chance Hugo decides to risk following us down the pipe, he won’t be able to slither back up. He’d be trapped until someone moved the pipe and who knows how long that would take.” Simba said.

I could sense a tiny bit of relief in his voice, but I was not relieved by any means. I was more afraid now than I had ever been. Something told me that we were not out of danger.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“We’re just at the end of the block…about four or five houses down from ours I think…in a basement,” he said.

“What?”

“We’re in somebody’s basement. It looks like they’re renovating and thankfully, it saved our lives,” Simba said.

“Whose house are we in?” I felt my breath shorten and my pulse quicken as I anticipated Simba’s answer.

“It was our only choice!” Simba said sternly, “I didn’t plan this!”

I swallowed hard and looked for an escape route. My voice caught in my throat when I realized that the only way out was up the staircase and through the central part of the house.

“Please tell me this isn’t her house,” I said and shuddered at the thought.

“It might very well be,” Simba said. “There is only one way to find out.”

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

 

 

 

 

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.

IMG_8136

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 87…Reunited at Last

July 22, 2016- Grandpa picked up both Simba and I and hugged us, “I’m so glad you’re ok! We’ll be out of this mess very soon I promise!” he said and we followed Simba up a very steep hill. When we finally reached the top there was a tiny glow of light from about a mile away. “There,” he said and pointed to a small farm in the distance. We ran the rest of the way and when we arrived at our destination we were out of breath.

We followed Simba to the abandoned farm and he led us around the back of a dilapidated barn. He crawled through a large hole in the side of the building and we did the same. As my eyes adjusted to the firelight, I saw the animals! They were all there-Caleb, Callisto and all of the others! We were finally re-united! “Sebastien! You’re here!” Caleb said as he grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace. “Yes dear friend, you knew I would come,” I said. “Thank you for saving Simba from the hotel…it means more to me than you’ll ever know,” I said.

Caleb smiled and I hugged Callisto, “Thank you,” I repeated. The animals were gathered around us and Grandpa spoke,”We need to get everyone back to their homes and we need to move quickly,” he said. “I have a feeling that those horrible people won’t give up on finding us…this is a very dangerous situation.” I shuddered at the thought that the tall, thin human could still be stalking us. “Shhh…” Grandpa said as he put his finger to his lips and the animals became quiet. In the dead of the night we could hear what sounded like a car, coming up the lane way…

iphone82015 038

Seabass’ Diary…Day 5

April 1, 2016– Simba fears that the small human will starve to death so he brings her sustenance in the form of various items he scavenges …this is why I think they are in cahoots with eachother and are plotting my demise. I will be extra vigilant because I don’t know what they are conspiring about behind closed doors. I tend to believe that the small human is not hungry but  is just  too stupid to hunt …Simba seems to take pity on her but I never will. I have been storing small scraps of meat in the furnace grate to keep up my strength and because I never know when my next meal will be.

Today I will be keeping watch from my perch on the back of the couch and surveying the neighborhood for any approaching danger.  I do hope the zombies are out this morning, I have formed an alliance with them as they could potentially free me from captivity.  It has been 2,190 days in these deplorable conditions and it is more than I can bear.  I practice my evacuation drills by running at top speed down the hallway and down the stairs. I repeat this four times every day at precisely 2am. I finish my training by sharpening my claws on the new carpet at the top of the staircase. I will shred the fabric to my liking unless the small human lunges at me which often happens. Sometimes she does capture me, (most of the time I cunningly elude her grasp) but I push my paws onto her face to make space between us. She speaks to me in some sort of imbicileinan language that I cannot understand. I swat at her face and she releases me immediately…such a wretched woman.

I am making progress with my plans for the large human of which he is unsuspecting. I am bending his will to my own and have made him my litter box butler. I deliberately scatter the gravel all over the floor so he must clean it up…Peasant. I’ve located the newest piece of furniture and stretched up as high as I can…I dig all ten claws into it and slowly pull down. This pleases me very much, the feel of leather between my toes is glorious…it is the only pleasure I have.

048
Relaxing after my training…

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 3

March 30, 2016-Last night the large human had ham. It was agony to watch him eat it..he taunted me with every delicious bite but be sure I will exact my revenge. While the humans weren’t looking I formulated an ingenious but dangerous plan…I would steal the ham off the counter. I steadied myself on the counter and made the 20 foot leap across the room, I landed on target and pushed the plate onto the floor. Success!..but only for a moment. The small human came rushing in and pulled me away from my feast. She continues to mistreat me.

I awoke to the grasp of the small human. She and the large human have a very comfortable nest so I try to take up as much space as possible. I suppose there is a trade-off for my comfort…I must let her touch me but I insist on biting her hand every time to remind her of my power.  I vomited my breakfast on the carpet to show her my dissatisfaction with the menu that never varies…I also think that she is trying to poison me. I watch her scrub the carpet and while she is doing this I climb onto her back to get a better vantage point and to look for a possible escape route. My father Simba and I are served small, dry nuggets each morning at varying times due to the small human’s laziness. I’ve retreated to my lair because I know that the humans will not be able to reach me on the highest shelf of the laundry room. There is a window and sometimes a squirrel that I watch…oh if only I were free like him to frolic in the afternoon breeze…his very being reminds me of my oppression. I hate him. Today I shall try and sleep away the horror of this place and escape into my dreams of a better life.

iphone82015 046
The deplorable conditions of my current lodgings…look away. 

Curiosity Can Kill Your Cat…

I have a six year old Maine Coon mix named Seabass. To say that he is curious would be an understatement. There are so many things that your cat is exposed to on a daily basis that can be harmful and even fatal!

I’m here to inform you of some  common household dangers that could hurt your kitty and tell you how to prevent an accident.

  1. Open dryers and washing machines- There have been a few incidents of cats getting into washers and dryers with devastating outcomes. Cats love to hide in warm laundry and small spaces. Make sure that your washer and dryer are closed when not in use and be sure to check the machines before using.
  2. Dropped pills-Have you ever dropped one of your medications on the floor and were not able to find it? It’s happened to everyone. This is especially dangerous if you have a cat because they could potentially ingest the medication that they found. Cats eat a lot of things that they find on the floor, whether it be a stray piece of sandwich meat that you didn’t see, a small strand of shredded cheese, a drip of milk from a cereal bowl and the list goes on.  A good tip is to open all medications over the sink with the stopper inserted. That way you will be able to find the pill with ease and your furry friend will remain safe!
  3. Hot surfaces-Cats love to climb on counters and this behaviour comes from wanting to perch high above everything to scope out their territory. This is especially dangerous if you have a flat top stove. Flat top stoves have a flush surface and can remain extremely hot up to 5-10 minutes even after being shut off. If your kitty likes to jump up on things this could result in major damage and suffering from burns! Train your cats to stay off of the counter by putting aluminium foil along the edges of all counter tops in the kitchen. Cats don’t like the sound of the feel of the foil and this will deter them from jumping up.
  4. Cleaners, bleaches and disinfectants-Just like medication, the ingestion of these household products can prove fatal to your furry friend. Keep all cleaning materials out of reach. If your cat knocks over a cleaning supply liquid they may not drink it BUT if the liquid gets on their fur or feet they WILL groom themselves. Keep your cat safe by storing all products in an area where your cat cannot get into such as a locked cabinet.
  5. Plants-I’ve touched on this before so please visit my post about plants that are toxic to cats on this blog.
  6. Needles and thread-Don’t leave needles or thread unattended even for a second. Your cat could ingest them and then you have a horrible problem on your hands. Cats love string and that is one thing I never let mine play with. The string can get wrapped around their tongues or if they eat the string it could do internal damage. The same goes with needles, they could get one in the eye or body part, or internally. Please be vigilant when doing any kind of sewing or crafts and don’t leave anything unattended.

These are just a few household dangers that could pose a potential threat to your cat. Cats are naturally curious so they need your help to be kept safe!

cat-323262_640
Curiosity…