Evil on the prowl

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