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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Seabass’ Diary…Day 166…All is Not What it Seems…

November 13, 2017- We held our breath for what seemed like forever. I listened carefully for any sounds of life, and when I was sure that there were none, I spoke quietly to Simba.

“Can you get a better vantage point than this?” I asked.

“Why do I have to be the one to investigate? You’re the one who left me here remember?”

I sighed, “Fine, I’ll go. And for the record, I did not leave you here, you were captured!”

“Yeah…thanks for the reminder!” Simba snarled.

I wriggled my way out from under the bed just enough to survey the room. It was totally empty, and there was no sign of Amelia. I looked around for the closet and eventually spotted it on the opposite side of the room.

“Ok, just so that I’m 100% sure, that is the closet,” I said to Simba and pointed to the closed door.

“Yes.”

“I’m going in.”

“I’ll come with you!” Simba said cautiously. I could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“No, you’ve been through enough, I’ll do this on my own. Besides, you might need to cause a distraction in case anyone comes through the door.”

“Ok, good luck and Godspeed,” Simba said with his head bowed.

I crept across the carpet and slid into the half-open closet door. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light but when they finally did, I gasped. I needed to get a closer look just to be sure. I crawled on my belly and cased the entire closet. It was true.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I hissed and covered my face with my paws.

 

Seabass’ Diary…Day 156…Escape Artists

August 21, 2017-  “You’re kidding yourself if you think that I’m going to call you that,” Simba said as I ignored him.

I stared out the window for a second and gulped. The ground had to be fifteen feet below us.

“This is way too high to jump!” I said.

“Shhh! We don’t know who is still in the house so keep it down! You’re going to get us caught!” Simba said through gritted teeth.

“I’m going to get us caught? You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place!” I remind him.

“Because you’ve never got us into trouble right? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Just forget it! Focus on how we’re going to get out of here!” I said. My mind whirled, and my eyes settled on a bunch of blankets at the end of the bed.

“Wait a second…grab me those sheets,” I commanded. Simba didn’t ask any questions as he handed me three of them.

“We’ll tie these together and use them to climb down the side of the house; secure that end to this lamp, it should hold our weight,” I said.

Simba did as I said and quickly began making knots in the sheets, “This should do it!” He said.

“Good, now throw the other end out the window!”

“You go first,”Simba said, and I didn’t hesitate. I climbed out the window and peered over the edge,”This doesn’t completely reach the ground, but at least it’s only a six-foot drop from the end.

“Better than 15!” Simba echoed.

Suddenly, the door burst open, the sound scared me half to death, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Amelia was back, and she had caught us in the midst of our escape.

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