13 May 2010

Caution: Disturbing Blog

I had one horrible two days, and if I wrote about it yesterday, I might have been spared the dreaded morning that I had today where my mind was making my body sick. But I couldn't talk about it last night. I just couldn't.

What am I talking about here?

I found out that some nut case has been killing cats near where I work. Cutting their heads off. Slicing their bodies open. In a basement of an old house. And actually they weren't cats, they were kittens.

The house is not inhabited, and the owners don't come by often. Young males in the community know this and hang out around these buildings. These boys found a way into the basement and found the kittens alive one day and came back the next day and found them sliced up.

The boys and their mother told me what they saw because I work nearby and "I'm official" but not a cop. And I would know who to call and do the right thing. In other words, they could be anonymous if I reported it.

And report it I did. I called the owners of the building. I called the police. The owners were grateful I called them, and after the police Dismissed The Whole Thing As Nothing Important, the owners secured the area, as in nailed the boards shut so little boys and psycho cat killers could not enter the basement.  

So now it goes on record. If someone is missing their cat or if more dead cats are found, then maybe the police will deem this as Something Important.

Meanwhile, I am mad. Stinking mad. And this morning I wasn't going to go to work. I laid in bed and thought about people who leave their buildings unattended and how these places become flop houses. And then I got mad at the cops because they don't want to upset the owners. I mean they are literally chasing some dude who is breaking into cars (smashing windows to get a purse) down alleys, not realizing that this guy is probably laying low in this old basement. And then I got mad at myself.

For a couple weeks now I've been scared for some reason at work. Not knowing exactly why. Intuition. Creepy creeps. I don't know what to call it. But something was there. I even expressed this to my guy Wednesday morning. I told him I was afraid at work and I didn't know why.

Well now I do.


  1. So awful, disgusting, sad. I'm sorry that it happened close to you, but I'm glad that at least it was reported, and that the owners are now aware.

    I hope you are feeling better!

  2. Thanks Amanda. I kind of regret posting about it, but writing about it released something in my head that allowed me to get out of that loop, if you know what I mean.


Thanks for sharing!