Over the months and years of being mobbed, first at the hands of a disturbed neighborhood watch co-captain and her sick coterie in northeast Seattle, and then–probably at the behest of this co-captain–at the hands of an Albany block coordinator in cahoots with more than one lowlife neighbor, On being mobbed has documented the details of the mobbing and the reasons why it should be prosecuted. One of the most heartbreaking of these is the death of my cat.
I wrote the most about the severe asthma attacks she began to have as the mobbing got underway in a brief section of My neighborhood has a problem with bullying. Even when you’re being relentlessly wirelessly attacked in your home by “neighbors” and their criminal surrogates, some things remain private. I later wrote about how mobbing is harmful to animals in Mobbing is animal abuse.
Especially at the outset of the mobbing, when the mobbers seemed to feel free to say anything, “I killed your cat” was a frequent refrain. Now that I have greater understanding of the what they do and how noxious it is, I want to make sure that anyone reading On being mobbed is aware that this is another reason why investigation and prosecution of the nasty neighborhood watch lady and her co-conspirators is long overdue.
