MasterB loves to go outside. He is fortunate in having a large garden at his disposal, but he doesn’t always stay in it. He’s probably wondering why I am hovering around even more when he goes out, and why I am lecturing him about the dangers of taking food, especially raw chicken, from anyone outside the home. Maybe he thinks I’m worried about salmonella.
A friend alerted me to the news that there is a cat strangler operating south of London. Croydon, which was part of Surrey when I was growing up but is now part of Greater London, seems to be where this particular operator hangs out.The cats are strangled, taken away, decapitated and their tails cut off. Later their bodies are returned to the area where they have been killed. Post mortem examinations of some of the mutilated cats, and there have been a fair few, reveal raw chicken in their stomachs, so it appears this is how the perpetrator lures the animals to their deaths. He (or maybe she) has been nicknamed the Cat Ripper by the local press.
As the link between violence towards animals and humans has been firmly established, these cat murders are fortunately being treated seriously by the police.
Today my anxieties went up a further few notches when I read that the same person, or someone with the same methods, has been killing cats in East Dulwich. Now that is not far away from me at all.
I am sure the person or people doing the killings need(s) help, and I do have to wonder what sort of state of mind he is in to do these things. I wouldn’t like to live in his head.
Not a nice place at all.