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.