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.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 167…Not So Fast

December 4, 2017- I crept out of the closet and returned to Simba.

“What are you doing?” Simba whispered, “There are animals in there that need saving!”

“No. There are no animals in the closet you fool!” I said with contempt.

“YES. THERE. ARE!” Simba hissed.

I shook my head and stayed silent for a moment. How was I going to get this through his thick skull?

“There are NO animals in the closet. I’ll prove it to you.”

“You’re going to have to because I’m not leaving until they’re rescued!”

I roll my eyes, “Come with me.”

I lead Simba to the closet one careful step at a time. Fear rips through with back with every sound as the floorboards creak beneath our combined weight. Thoughts of Amelia returning to capture us is enough to make me want to get out of here as fast as we can. There is no way that  I could spend another second with her; she was insane and I know that is a horrible thing to say about a little girl, but a spade is a spade.

“See? Look!” I hiss at Simba, “These are the so-called “animals” you’ve been worried about!” I gesture to the ceiling and point to the various one-piece pyjamas with various animal hoods. I still wasn’t sure how Simba made such a grievous error. Surely he knew the difference between real animals and clothing!

There are a few moments of silence before Simba speaks first, “Wait a second, so this is it? The animals that I thought were trapped in here are just pyjamas?”

“Yes.”

“How could I be so stupid?” Simba moaned.

I wanted to agree with him, that he was reckless and didn’t have his facts straight, and put us in a position of danger, but I couldn’t bring myself to scold him.

“You’re not stupid, I would have probably done the exact same thing…I…do you hear that?” I whisper. There is a faint sound coming from down the hall; it’s meowing.

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Does Your Cat Do This?

June 8, 2017-As most of my friends and readers know, my cat Sebastien is very unique. He has a crazy personality, some bad habits, and he chatters non-stop especially if it’s two in the morning. He is part Maine Coon and is the star of the famed Seabass’ Diaries, a weekly feature, here on The Kitty Cat Clan.

I’d like to pose this question to all of my friends in multi-cat households…does your cat start fights with your other cat and not finish them? Ok. Let me paint a picture for you.

Simba (my Tabby) perches in the living room window and surveys the neighbourhood from the back of the dark brown, leather couch. He sniffs the air, and his eyes settle on the golden retriever that is being walked by it’s human down the sidewalk. Simba is unsuspecting and unassuming because after all, this is his home! He should not be on alert…or should he?

Sebastien has been watching Simba from afar; I can see that he’s also been surveying his every move. I watch as he crouches and slithers up the side of the sofa. His eyes dilate, and he wiggles his furry butt and then WHOMP he slaps Simba across the side of the head and takes off into another room.

Simba gives chase, and before I know it, I’m vacuuming for the fourth time that day. They fight in a tumbleweed of fur, and it looks like something out of a bugs bunny cartoon. They trade blow for blow, and all of the sudden Seabass is on his back meowing loudly and staring at me to save him. Simba has him by the jugular and is about to finish him when I decide to step in and restore peace in my kingdom for the time being.

I’d love to know your thoughts on this and if your cats do the same thing! The question at its core is, Does your cat start a fight and then look to you to stop it? Looking forward to your comments!