Last night was very strange. I was suppose to go to Ventura to see my favorite person, Mr. E's, band play. Instead I ended up home with my freaked out cat trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Turns out poor Bonny-Lee was in heat. She is getting a nice trip to the vet on Thursday to take care of her issues. After all of that was sorted I settled on the sofa for a relaxing evening of The Black Donnelly's. But lo and behold a skulker showed up.
First time Mr. Man tried to peer into the blinds I figured he was lost and looking for the correct apartment. No big deal.
Second time, the cats were on high alert and growling at the door. Mr. Man was back and trying to look in various windows. He was now officially lurking.
Third time he walked right up onto my porch and stayed there for about 2 minutes.
I did what any self respecting girl would do and called in support. By this point I was actually nervous. It may be time to get a baseball bat or some pepper spray.
This morning I talked to a few of my neighbors. The girl upstairs said a woman was attacked out in front of the building next to ours about a month ago. I live in a safe neighborhood. This stuff isn't suppose to happen.