Seabass’ Diary…Day 154…Not so Fast!

August 7, 2017-Amelia squealed with delight. She brought me over to a full-length mirror and said, “You’re such a pretty kitty!”  I stared back at my reflection; I looked absolutely ridiculous and hated myself for letting her humiliate me this way.

She placed me into some sort of carriage that is used for human babies and shoved a pacifier in my mouth. I’m not going to lie; I didn’t hate it. She left me, and I watched as she waltzed across the room to capture Simba. Finally, it was his turn.

I watched as Amelia struggled to lift him because of his girth and chuckled inwardly at the stupid look plastered on his face; it was half terror, half repentance for laughing at me earlier.

While Amelia was distracted I looked around the room for the best possible exit; it would not be an easy escape, especially if we had to run right past her. Simba and I leaving separately was not an option; there was no way any one of us was getting left behind, it was just too dangerous. Who knew what Amelia was capable of? We’ve already seen what a monster she is, and that was a chance that I wasn’t willing to take.

Suddenly, as Amelia was lifting a sky blue princess dress over Simba’s arms and head, there was shouting from downstairs!

“Amelia! Time to go to Grandma’s!” the voice shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Our saviour! We would finally be free! My heart leaped out of my chest, and I could see the relief flood Simba’s face; soon this nightmare would be over!

“Coming mom!” Amelia shouted. She finished her work on Simba and looked at us menacingly and said, “You stay here kitties, I’ll be back soon.”

She plunked Simba down in the carriage with me and shut the bedroom door.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 153…Defeated

July 24, 2017- I looked to Simba for any sort of support or exit strategy, but he just sat there with a stupid look on his face and the tiniest bit of a smirk. I would battle with him later, but at this point, I needed to focus on getting away from Amelia and saving any shred of dignity that I had left. If she managed to wrestle me into the pink pyjamas that would be it…I could not go on. How could I ever look at myself in the mirror again if she defeated me?

She carried me over to the closet and sorted through outfit after pink outfit until she finally selected the perfect one. Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not opposed to wearing clothes, after all, I have a Batman shirt, multiple capes and of course a suit of armour but doesn’t everyone?

“OK! Let’s put these on!” Amelia squealed as she showed me a nightgown that had frills and ribbons and sequins. I shuddered and clenched my jaw. I wanted to fight back, I really did, but I had no choice but to just lay there and let her put the pyjamas on me. The last thing I wanted was to wear the pyjamas, but more importantly, I didn’t want to be seen as a monster, and  I knew that if I attacked her word would get out and no one would ever work for me again. My plans for world domination were more important than my pride at this second.

She slid the nightgown over my head and put my arms through the sleeves. There was snickering coming from the corner, and I wriggled around to witness Simba covering his mouth and trying not to laugh. Vengence would be mine as soon as I got out of here.

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