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 131…The Saviour

January 23, 2017- I felt a strong pull on my fur that was heavily weighted down by the water. I supposed it wasn’t always a good thing to have such a thick, luxurious coat but nonetheless it was just another one of my crosses to bear.

I sputtered and spat on a rock that I had been lifted onto and cleared the water from my throat.The rock was hidden from the dock and I looked behind me to make sure the tall, thin woman and her rocket launcher were not aimed at me. It wasn’t and for that I was thankful.

I had been saved from the clutches of death and because of this, I vowed to be nicer to the large human. As I turned around to slowly blink at him in thanks, I realized it wasn’t him who saved my life at all…it was someone who I least expected; it was Simba.

“You’re ok, you’re on land now,” Simba said as I stared at him in disbelief.

“But how…wha…?” I stuttered, my brain wouldn’t let me form a proper sentence.

“Now is not the time for questions, we must find the large human and Bernard immediately, they’re in grave danger if we don’t get to them first,” Simba spat.

A mix of feelings filled me. I didn’t know what to think and there was an uneasiness about the whole situation. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Simba, I just never thought that he was this strong. The questions I had, ate at me and I wondered what else I didn’t know about him. I stared at his utility belt and jacket which was full of mercenary implements.

I was in a haze until he grabbed my shoulders, shook me and said, “Snap out of it. We must find the large human NOW because his life depends on it.”




Seabass’ Diary…Day 128…On the Run…

October 19, 2016- The intensity of the explosion caused us to fall to the ground. My immediate thoughts turned to Bernard. I prayed that he had not been done away with but at this point, the tall, thin woman was capable of anything. The stakes had become even higher than before.

I held onto the large human and he carried me like a football as we raced across the street. I wondered what was happening and I had a hard time finding my bearings. It was if he could read my mind because he said, “We need to get out of here NOW!” He threw his elbow through a driver’s side window and opened the locked door from the inside. He put me on the seat and pulled out a bunch of different coloured wires from under the steering wheel. I watched as he twisted a couple of the wires together and the engine roared to life.

He looked at me and said, “I hope Bernard is ok.” I shook my head and hoped for the best. We squealed out of the parking space and were followed by a barrage of black vehicles; it was the tall, thin woman and her henchmen, they were gaining on us. I could only focus on what was going on in front of us…it was all too much. It was as if my simple, quiet life had been turned upside down…I wanted things to go back to the way they were but I supposed that it could never happen.

I gathered the courage to look behind us as we raced down the street at breakneck speed when all of the sudden the car we had stolen came to a screeching halt and stopped dead in the middle of the road.


Seabass’ Diary…Day 127…Explosive

October 18, 2016-My heart sank and I stayed completely still…had I heard this correctly? That the small human was missing? I did a quick tally; it was about to grow to three if I didn’t do something soon. Simba was missing and now the small human…I couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Open the bag,” the female voice commanded, “I want to see what’s inside.” There was a second of silence before my large human spoke, his voice was flat and unwavering, “You already know what’s inside,” he said. “OPEN. THE. BAG.,” the voice repeated. I could tell her patience was wearing thin by the way that she spoke in syllables.

I had no idea what was in the bag that the large human was holding but I knew that it was NOT one black cat! I needed to act quickly so I took my sharpest nail and made a slit in the top of the duffel bag. I  tore through the opening and bit the hand of the tall, thin woman who had tried to abduct me yet again. There was no way I was going to surrender! She would never take me again! She screamed out in pain and dropped the bag on the floor, in the midst of the chaos my large human swung the bag that he was holding and knocked out three of the henchmen that surrounded the tall, thin woman. It was absolute mayhem but time stood still for me.

I watched as it all unfolded in slow motion, like a beautiful dance. My large human swung around and whirled the bag around in the air, above his head and let loose on anything that got in his way. Henchmen flooded into the warehouse from their hiding spots and I watched as my large human took them out one at a time. It was glorious! He scooped me up and while we raced to the truck, he barreled over the tall, thin woman and her henchmen scurried to help her to her feet.

We bounded out the back door and raced to the truck, we were almost one hundred and fifty meters from it and we would be safe! There was a moment of silence and then a huge BANG…I watched in horror as the truck exploded in front of us.


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 123…Ransom

September 21, 2016-I looked at Bernard and realized that he was just as scared as I was. There were so many unknowns, what if we didn’t reach the small human in time? What if Simba had been captured too? We had no idea where he was at this point and I was consumed with worry. The biggest what if was what if we were walking right into a trap?

I muddled this around in my head for a moment and quickly snapped back to reality when the voice came over the truck speakers again. “Sir, are you hurt? What is your location? Where are you going?” The large human remained stoic until the voice said, “Sir? Can you hear me?…Sir?”  He finally answered the voice, “I’m headed west on Scenic Boulevard to an empty  warehouse…the address is 1472 Irongate…they’re holding my wife hostage until I give them a ransom.”

I gulped, the situation became more dire with each passing second. “Sir who is holding your wife hostage? Please pull over to the side of the road safely and turn off your vehicle. Police have been dispatched. For your own safety let the police handle this,” the voice said firmly.

I looked at Bernard, he had his head in his hands and looked like he was going to be sick. “Sir, please tell me that you will follow my instructions,” the voice said. “No…it’ll be too late by the time the police get to her. I have exactly seven minutes to get there or else…” his voice drifted off, “Just get an ambulance over there…”

The voice on the speakers said, “Your wife is being held for ransom in a warehouse, you need to let the professionals handle this… I must alert the unit of the details so please tell me everything you can…how much is the ransom?” The human looked sideways at me for a second and his face was drawn and tight, “One black cat.”


Seabass’ Diary…Day 122…What is Your Emergency?

September 20, 2016-The impact shook us to the core. I looked at Bernard and said, “Are you ok?” “Yes…are you?” he said breathlessly. I just laid there for a moment and tried to get my bearings. Within a split second, the back van door flung open; it was the large human! He had come to our rescue when we needed him most!

He grabbed my animal transportation device first and put me into the pickup truck and then went back for Bernard. I watched as he released Bernard from his cage and opened up the truck door, “Come on boy,” he shouted and Bernard jumped onto the seat. I was sandwiched between the large human and Bernard but I could clearly see the damage that the large human had caused to the vehicle that we had been kidnapped in. I had no idea how he found us or what was happening but I was glad that he was here.

He pushed a button on the dashboard and I immediately noticed that his hands were covered in blood. A voice came over the speakers in the truck, “This is 911, what is your emergency?” The large human spoke calmly,”My wife has been kidnapped; I’m on my way to her now and I’m going to meet with the people who took her…and when I do, we are going to need an ambulance.”

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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.

Relaxing after my training…