Evil on the prowl
Sep 29, 2022
4 minutes
Georgina Barnes, 30, Norwich
Peeking my head out of the door, I called for my cat.
‘Bubba!’
I shouted, shaking his biscuits.
Normally, that’s all it took to get him running across the garden from his latest hiding place.
But not today.
‘Where’s he wandered off to?’ I muttered to my partner Dee, then 33.
It was April 2019 and Bubba hadn’t come home since the evening before.
I presumed he was off exploring or sunning himself in a neighbour’s garden.
He’ll turn up when he’s hungry, I thought.
Sure enough, later that
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