Seabass’ Diary…Day 144 …Fortune Favours the Bold

May 15, 2017- I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. Hugo just wasn’t any enemy; he was the most hated and most feared adversary that Simba and I had ever encountered.

Hugo was right up there with the tall, thin woman, Edgardo, and Vacuum (pronounced VA KOOM) when it came to listing our biggest fears. Well, I should mention that I am not afraid of Vacuum, Simba is. But I will readily admit that I am afraid of the other things.

We reached the top of the platform, and the elevator doors opened. We stepped out into the light and Simba gave us the signal. Dog and I would go around to the backyard and Simba would go around the front. This was a horrible plan in my opinion because the only thing Hugo hated more than us, was being cornered.

I was on high alert. My heart was racing, and my head was pounding, and I could hear the blood rush through my ears. I looked at Dog. He had no idea what we were in for if we lost this battle. We would have to ensure that this take-over went according to plan or we would pay for it dearly, possibly even with our lives.

I scanned the yard and motioned Dog to go to the West corner of the backyard while I took the East. I was thankful that he understood hand signals and I would have to ask him how he got wrapped up in this kind of life.

“SNAP.” I heard the breaking of a branch behind me and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly turned around and prayed that it was nothing. The reflection of the moon dripped over the image that enveloped me in its shadow; It was Hugo, and all I could see were his glistening white fangs.

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Seabass’ Diary Day 6…

April 2, 2016- It is finally Caturday. This morning I’m feeling quite satisfied because last night there was a wonderful stroke of luck…the large human left the milk out. Because I am quite cunning, I pretended not to notice. I did not want to alert the humans to their fatal error. After the humans retired to their nest, I jumped atop the counter. To my surprise there was also a fresh, uncovered, half stick of butter. I ate the butter first. Simbicile, that’s my nickname for my father,watched the events unfold and did nothing. I took pity on him and threw the milk carton to the floor and we feasted long into the night. It did not build camaraderie between us for we drank in silence…I prefer it that way.  I slept like I have never slept before…sleep, glorious sleep, which has eluded me for so long, had finally come.

I crept into the humans nest…I saw a sudden movement. I attacked with full force and the small human wailed out in agony. She shouted my name and grabbed her lower paw. I drew blood and this finally got the lazy human out of the nest. The large human did not move..I did not check to see if he was dead, but I hoped so with all of my heart. As the small human retreated to clean her wounds, I made myself comfortable. The small human shouted again but this time it came from the feeding station. She had discovered the remains of our feast. She shouted my name again and I heard her footsteps coming towards me. I immediately flew under the nest, into the corner where she could not reach me. Again…Simbiclie just sat there and watched. This angered me very much so I raced from my safe spot and lunged at him. I suddenly felt the milk churn in my guts…I projectile vomited all over him and the small human. The small human scooped me up and we headed for the litterbox room. She turned on the faucet…but I would have none of it. I bit down on her as hard as I could and she shrieked in terror, I fled to my lair and the large human still did not wake from his slumber.

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Caturday…I’m not sorry