Sunday, September 11, 2011
So Deadly Dave may have fulfilled his promise. And his neighbours all seem to think that he’s dispatched yet another cat.
And I’m saying it out loud, because I believe he may have done wrong, and I can’t prove it sufficiently for a prosecution. And I want to be very wrong and hope she's just been severely scared off.
Kayla has a routine, she's locked in at night, and she sleeps in the crook of my arm every night, purring away.
So what's happened to her? She's very approachable, very friendly. But no-one's phoned so far. So where is her body?
Kayla was a major reason for me being here, given I battle to keep the Black Dog at bay. Kayla’s incredibly affectionate nature and my drive to protect her has kept me going each day.
IF Deadly Dave’s has done the dastardly deed, then he's done more than just killed my Kayla, he's killed my joy. I don’t do grieving very well, very badly in fact, so writing about it here might be a different strategy to see if I can get through this next day, and maybe the day after, because I have a hope of justice, that Deadly Dave’s “dispatching” of cats, if he's true to his word, will one day be widely known and he’ll be punished - socially, legally, whatever.