Okay, now I'm really having a nervous breakdown. On Saturday Mary calls me and says she went jogging at 7 am and at the corner of Tennesee and Prosser there was a dead, mutilated cat. It had its intestines wrapped around its neck and was laid out on a lawn. The Animal Regulation people show up and says it's the 4th mutilated cat they've found lately. The officer says that the way the bodies are found, it looks like a human is doing the damage but they are still investigating. (He said he thought it might be a cult doing it).The officer takes photos and Mary hears someone coming out of their house saying, "Where's the cat?" Ugh!!!!

I contacted the Westsider (that little newspaper) to prod them to cover this story. The reporter found out that there have actually been 5 cats found mutilated starting June 13th (Friday the 13th). Four were found in the 90025 and 90064 zip codes and one was in Crescent Heights. So, I've been keeping the cats in at night and changed my whole schedule. Milo used to spend all night outside, so the first couple of nights he meowed for hours. I don't think he'll be able to take being kept inside all the time. I'm in a state of perpetual anxiety. I'll probably have to go back on fucking Prozac.

I'm dying in this town!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!