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 165…A Perfect Distraction

November 6, 2017- “What’s your plan?” I said to the rodent.

“The plan is, we’ll create a distraction outside of the main door. When the humans come out to investigate, you guys can sneak right in. We’ll meet you upstairs.”

“So wait one second, you’re not even going to help us?” Simba asked

The rodent looked at his friend and then glared at me, “We ARE helping, by creating the distraction!”

I glanced at Simba and could tell that he was thinking the same thing that I was, if we were going to help the other animals, it was entirely up to the two of us. We couldn’t depend on anyone else to do what we do best, which is search and rescue.

“Alright, fine! We’ll do all of the work.” Simba muttered. “Lives are hanging in the balance, and we’re out here squabbling and wasting time!”

“Ready?” I asked the rodents.

“What, now?” they said with their mouths gaping open in unison

“Yes now! When were you thinking?”

“Nevermind. Alright, let’s do this.”

Without another word from any of us, the rodents climbed the front steps of the porch and started banging on the main door.  Simba and I waited behind a potted plant.

All of the sudden the door flew open and a large human came out. He looked around for where the noise had come from and his eyes finally settled on the rodents scrapping it out on the welcome mat.

“What in the world?” He said, “Babe, you gotta come see this!”

Simba and I didn’t stick around to see what happened next, we ran into the house as fast as our legs would carry us. We couldn’t risk being seen.

We raced up the staircase to Amelia’s room and hid under the bed.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 164…Lost and Found

October 30, 2017- I stood over Simba and fanned his face with my paws in an attempt to wake him.

“Simba, wake up! Wake up! Please!” I said. A few seconds later he startled and sprang to his feet.

“Are you ok?” The rodent whispered; we all waited with bated breath to find out what his answer would be.

“Yes, I’m ok. It was just all too much, the thought of going back in there is so overwhelming. We don’t have a choice though, there are lives at stake!”

“Are you ok?” I asked the rodent’s friend.

“Not really, I think that it’s time for us to leave…I can’t stay here one second longer!” The rodent friend said and then burst into tears.

I could not imagine the horror that they must have experienced even though I saw a lot with my own eyes. I don’t know what happened after I escaped and I’m not too sure that I really want all of the details.

The rodent turned to his friend and tried to calm him down, but to no avail, he was inconsolable. Without a word, they disappeared into the bushes.

Simba and I stood there for a second utterly stunned at the events that just unfolded.

“So what’s the plan?” I said. Sometimes I can be too dogmatic, and it often gets me in trouble.

“I don’t know, I don’t know where to start. I need a few minutes to gather myself,” Simba said.

“Ok, let me know when you’re ready,” I said. I rattled a couple of options around in my head before I settled on one idea in particular. It would be risky, but at this point, it looked like our only option.

Just as Simba was about to speak, there was a rustle from the bushes, and both rodents reappeared.

“We’ll help…and we have a plan to rescue the rest of the animals.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 161…The Scream

October 2, 2017- It felt like time was moving in reverse. I seemed to be waiting outside forever. A million thoughts raced through my mind; What if we were too late and all of our efforts were for naught? What if Simba was further humiliated with more outfits and hair pieces and bows, and ribbons? What if we never got our friends back? I hurried to the front door and hid in the bushes.

I needed to stop thinking this way because it would drive me crazy and there would be no way that I could save Simba or anyone else if my mind wasn’t clear. I closed my eyes and drowned out the images of chaos and replaced them with images of peace and love.

There was a sudden click followed by a creak, and within two shakes of a lamb’s tail, I was able to enter the house.

“Good job,” I whispered to my rodent friend.

“The house is eerily quiet…I’m not sure what to think!” The rodent said. I could hear the panic in his voice, and it made me uneasy. One of us needed to be calm, and I realized at that point that it was going to be me. All of the sudden it

I could hear the panic in his voice and it made me uneasy. One of us needed to be calm and I realized at that point that it was going to be me. All of the sudden it was if the foggy veil of uncertainty was lifted from me and I was acutely aware of what I needed to do to save our friends.

“Follow me!” I commanded. The rodent and I slid behind a piece of furniture and I gave instructions.

The rodent and I slid behind a piece of furniture and I gave instructions, “It is imperative that we waste no time.” Before any more words could come out of my mouth there was a blood-curdling scream from upstairs.

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Seabass’ Diary… Day 159…Inspiration Strikes

Sept 18, 2017- “Wait…so you were in there?” I repeated. I couldn’t believe that there were more victims! My heart sunk and I pinched the bridge of my nose as I closed my eyes.

“Yes, I escaped from the clutches of Amelia and I’m lucky to have left with my life! It was a horrible experience; the dresses, the outfits and the constant mauling…”

We stood there for a moment in silence. Neither one of us knew what to say and the silence was getting awkward.

I was the first to speak, “Your best friend is still inside? Are you sure? I didn’t think anyone was there…in fact, I KNOW that no one else was there except for me and Simba. There were no other signs of life.”

As soon as I said the last sentence, I immediately regretted it. The last thing I needed to do was scare this poor fella into thinking that his best friend had been…I won’t say it.

“No other…no other signs?” The creature stammered.

“Not that I am aware but I could be mistaken,” I backtracked. We were starting to run out of time and I knew that the more time we spent talking the less time we would have to save Simba and the long-tailed creature’s friend. We needed to spring into action but I didn’t have a clue where to start.

“What does your friend look like?” I asked.

“He’s smaller than me but kind of looks the same. People are really afraid of him..they say his ancestors caused the plague but I happen to know that’s not true!”

“A rat…your best friend is a rat,” I said. This was not good news. I knew that humans had a sore spot for rodents and they were quite afraid of them.

“Yes and he is stuck inside with Amelia and has been for the past two days. I fear that there is no way out for him. I’ve been trying to plan a rescue mission but I just can’t! I can’t because I don’t know what to do and I need help!” He burst into tears and I just stood there with my hands by my sides…what could I do at this point except come up with the mother of all plans to save Simba and the rat.

All of the sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks and I knew exactly what to do.

“Pull yourself together man! I have a plan, but first get me out of these ridiculous pyjamas.

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 158…An Unlikely Friend

September 4, 2017- I felt a sick sensation in the pit of my stomach. I was quite literally back at square one. I ran as fast as I could, which wasn’t fast at all given the state of me, to a nearby hedge and struggled to get out of the pink pyjamas. I twisted and writhed and rubbed my back against the branches in the hopes of freeing the zipper from my fur. It was all for naught and I was getting frustrated.

I was frustrated because of everything that had happened. I was hopeless and I’ve never felt more alone in my life. For the first time in a long time, I felt incompetent in my skills. I sat in the bushes for a long time feeling sorry for myself. Then, there was a voice!

“Excuse me…uhh…I was wondering if…if ummm…” the voice said.

I whipped around to see where the voice was coming from and was met face to face with something that looked like a large mouse…a rat even might be a better way to describe it. It had a long snout, beady black eyes, a fat body, and a long skinny tail.

“Listen, I’m probably the last person you want to ask for anything,” I said.

“Well uhh…I was ummm wondering if you could help me with something?” The creature said. He was awkward and uncomfortable and this made me apprehensive.

“Look, buddy like I said, I’m not the man for the job…my best friend is locked inside that house with a mad woman and I’m still wearing these stupid pyjamas!”

“Ok….well, sorry to bother you…I’m sorry about your best friend. The funny thing is that my best friend is locked inside there too…with Amelia. I barely escaped with my life,” The creature said as he started off in the other direction.

“Stop!” I said. “What did you say?”

“I said that my best…”

I cut him off, “I know what you said…you were also a victim of Amelia?”

“Yes…I escaped only yesterday.”

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Seabass’ Diary…Day 157…Close (only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades)

August 28, 2017-“QUICKLY!” I screamed at Simba as he scrambled to get out of the window and onto the sheet. Amelia lurched forward and made a grab for his back leg but thankfully missed.

“Faster!” Simba cried, and I thought that he was going to climb right over me. Staring at the back end of him was less than pleasant, and he had the horrible habit of farting when he was afraid. I did not want to be downwind from him at any time much less right now. I stopped cold; All of the sudden it was as if we were moving in reverse.

“What’s happening?” I shouted to him.

“She’s pulling the sheets back up to the window!”

I looked down and realized that we were now almost 10 feet off the ground and rising. We had no choice but to jump. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“WE HAVE TO JUMP!” I yelled, “NOW!”

I prayed that Simba would blindly follow my instructions and that we would land safely. As we barreled to the ground a hundred thoughts went through my mind; Would we escape? Would the fall break our legs? How am I going to get out of these pink pyjamas?

THUD. I hit the ground feet first and was grateful that the ground was soft. I expected another THUD, seconds after I had landed, that would let me know that Simba had landed safely, but it never happened.

I looked up to the window, and there was Amelia. She was holding Simba at the same time that she slammed the window shut. He had once again been captured, and it was up to me to save him.

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