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No sign of fights, no fur, no collars

Clifton Knolls and Clifton Park, New York has a serious problem with a large number of missing cats, all disappearing within the last few months. 
“They’re not getting hit by cars because we’re not finding them on the side of the road,” Tudor said. “No cats have been returned despite them having microchips and there’s no sign of fights, no fur, or collars. There is a recent report of someone finding a small animal body part.”
 Local authorities have put the loss as coyotes having pups with pup bodies being found on road sides and coyotes howling at night  saying it all stands to reason that cats are disappearing.

One cat owner lost his 12-pound coon cat in August from his yard in the Wishing Well subdivision where he has an electric pet fence. He was surprised by this theory.
“If the town has a coyote problem, I think they should be doing something about it. At the very least they should be notifying residents,” he said. “With the fence, that meant the coyote was very close to the house. I’ve lived in here for 15 years and never seen this many notices for missing cats. I never heard about coyotes. I feel if this many cats are missing and they’re not telling us, something is wrong. It’s tough when you have to tell your child that the kitty we’ve had so long won’t be coming home.”
 So exactly what are we not being told.

Read the rest of the article on this link:
http://www.oneidadispatch.com/general-news/20151019/mystery-at-least-31-cats-disappear-in-small-neighborhood 

More Disappearances
http://kfor.com/2015/10/16/cats-vanishing-from-mesta-park-homes/

UK Animal Mutilations - Human or Alien?

Distressing news from the UK after a young horse was hacked to death in a field.

"Honey, a two-year-old horse, was discovered dead on Monday morning in her field off Potters Lane, Syston, with serious injuries to her head and the rest of her body. Her right ear and some of the right side of her face were cut off. Her owner, Claire Watts, said: "It's barbaric".

My question is how do you hold a horse while you cut parts of its face off? Was it drugged? Was it pinned to the ground by several sick people while another went to work with a knife? Was the horse killed before the mutilation, as in stabbed or throat cut, was there blood on the ground, can we see some photographs of the mutilation?

Give it a week and this story will be lost in history along with all the other hundreds of animal mutilation reports in the UK, some of which never get reported. 

The mistake that most people make about these animal attacks is that they always look for a human involvement.
"Police are investigating after a young horse was hacked to death in a field. Honey was discovered dead on Monday morning in her field with serious injuries to her head and the rest of her body. Her owner, Claire Watts, said: "This was absolutely the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life.""
As per usual there are unanswered questions, questions the Police and RSPCA would sooner you not ask such as. 
The English Cognizant Citizen

Dementia and Mind Control

Could the increase in Dementia could be the results of experiments into mass mind control? 

I put that into the computer and what I came up with was far more threatening. We do not realize the advances they have made in mind control. From secretly implanting nano-technology machines into our brains which is then linked to a supercomputer (remember that) they will be able to see through our eyes and read our thoughts. 

An interviewee was asked if he had any scars where he was implanted he said "No, no ,no they either entered through the neck or the NOSE". My mind went straight to Alien abductions where people reported a surgical intrusion up their noses and bleeding from that area, were these people experiments in mind control using Alien help and technology?
The English Cognizant Citizen



https://youtu.be/o9bd-B2dqCM

Further Reading:
http://beforeitsnews.com/spies-and-intelligence/2014/08/russia-exposes-u-s-secretly-forced-brain-chip-mind-control-weapon-2446572.html

The Terror to Come

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It's that time of year again I have just done a little bit of gardening, some seasonal preparation of the soil using a product called Growmore, I dug our vegetable patch over sprinkled it over the soil and raked it in. 

Now in all this process I again became aware of my destruction of insect life, each plunge of the garden fork killed or mutilated worm after worm, they had bred well in the soil during winter, everywhere I looked there were worms, I could not take a step without killing young and old worms. I had to switch my mind off from the devastation and killing that I was doing or I would not get the gardening done in order to grow food for the table so that I and others can fresh garden vegetables. 

Later I sat thinking about nature, Nature is beautiful but Nature is also Death, they walk hand in hand. Animals are born in there millions, the same with insects, this is obviously to ensure the survival of the species and the continuation of a system we call Nature, all creatures are food but they are also predators, this is the way of all life. 

Eventually my thoughts came around to us humans, this is where things start to go dark, the human just like the animal/insect world number in there billions, certain animals will kill us for food and insects will feed on our rotting carcass but that does not happen often, what really keeps our numbers down? 

Well we have natural death, disease, famine, wars (we do a pretty good job of killing one another) but none of these appear to be keeping our numbers down as the latest indication is we are reaching or have reached the 7-billion mark. Can you imagine this world with 20-billion people or even more, long before we reach that number, hopefully by then most of the population had left for other worlds, or could it be something worse, like this nagging thought I keep getting, that if we are part of the Nature-system of this world then do we come under the same rules as the rest of Nature? Yes we have intelligence, but biologically our bodies work the same as other creatures, so I ask the question. Does the Human race have a predator that periodically turns up on a hunting spree for human meat, and removes many people from this world, just like we throw a net into the sea and remove hundreds of fish in one go? 

Reptilian 
This brings me to the much talked about Reptilian which has a position in the histories of most cultures around the world, one has to wonder why, what commanded such attention of basically what is nothing more than a lizard, why would people revere a lizard and give it a position in their culture, is it all mythology or something else, were we once subservient to a Reptilian overlord whom deceived us with friendship only later to dine on human meat. Did they keep certain humans alive so long as they betrayed other humans into becoming there food, is the same betrayal taking place today? are we awaiting the meat collectors? Did the elite some years ago make an agreement with these Reptilians that if and when they return to cull the human race for a great food gathering, that they would only take those that walked on the surface of the Earth, but they would leave those humans alone that resided with in the Earth. In other words those that hid in underground bases would be left alone to resurface when the great food gathering had taken place and replenish the world with more humans ready for the next hunting season. Has this agenda been on-going for untold years because all round the world we are finding underground dwelling some that can house thousands of people. Why? why did those people choose to live underground? what made them forsake living in the warmth of the Sun? One thing for sure they felt safer underground. I noticed something else about these underground cities; they appear to be devoid of many relics, as though after a period of time and a certain danger had passed they re-inhabited the surface world and took everything with them. Was that danger the Reptilians? There is no reason for anyone to live underground unless you are hiding, when danger approaches it is instinctive to lie low in the hopes you are missed. 

One only has to think about the words of Gordon Duff of Veterans Today when he stated ;- "Do not be so naive as to think all films are made for entertainment purposes only" which to me says in some of those films there is a warning and this is never more so than in films like "SIGNS",   "SKYLINE" and "V". 

Human Harvest 
"SIGNS" and "V" involved Reptilian type of Aliens coming to Earth to reap a harvest of human flesh, while "SKYLINE" had Aliens sucking thousands of screaming people up into their giant space craft to have their brains removed, gruesome to say the least. When I saw the film Signs I was overcome with a deep feeling that this is more than likely how it would happen, even the si/fi films of old and new did not fill me with such dread as "Signs" did. What ignited this grave concern in me that this film was based on some known truth? Perhaps it is a deep rooted instinct from the depths of Earth`s history, just like having a fear of spiders, we do not know why, we just do not like them. Is there hidden in my DNA the terror inflicted by a marauding Reptilian race that suddenly descended from the sky to scoop up my ancestors for food, the survivors taking refuge underground and in caves. When they dared to venture to the surface they discovered the Reptilian threat had gone, and so had many humans. 

Not knowing if the threat would soon return the remaining humans decided it would be best to stay hidden only creeping out in small parties to gather food. As time went by the situation became more relaxed they would spend longer and longer on the surface but at night they would return to their underground hide-away's, later they felt it would be in their interest to build bigger and better accommodation underground, just in case the threat returned. Is as I have said, that`s why there are not many relics left in these subterranean cities, the Reptilian threat never returned so the people stayed on the surface and slowly forgot about the dreaded Reptilians. That is until this modern era, could the fictional account I have just out lined hold some truth? Could the reason for the rush to build underground bases mean the threat is soon to return and all the secrecy and confusion means most of us are expendable? 

I do not believe underground bases are for protection from meteor strikes and flooding, to me they would be quite useless under those circumstances. It seems to me they are about shutting the door on something, to stay quietly hidden for a period of time till a particular event is over. You only have to think how dark our history is, it always seems to me our history has been about recovering after some Earth shattering event. 

At times I get this horrible feeling we are being kept busy, dumbed down with all our technological toy`s and way of life, our main concern when not killing one another is to have fun, to frolic about like young innocent sheep in a meadow, and we all know where that leads.

It Spikes in Spring

Guelph, Ontario thought it had a rather simple problem of cat disappearances in the west side, but it turns out the west side is not alone with its vanishing kitty problem as 229 cats have been reported missing throughout the city—a higher number than previous years. 

Missing cats cannot be attributed to coyotes because "If there was coyotes marauding around in here you wouldn't see as many rabbits or squirrels, and we are overrun with rabbits." 

Whether it is a coyote or a human, or a combination of both responsible, the cats are not coming back and there is a lot of chatter in the neighbourhood about the missing cat mystery. One west-end resident has posted a sign throughout the area warning cat owners of the danger of letting their pets outside. "This is not a safe neighbourhood for cats to be outside unattended," the sign reads.

The disappearances started to spike beginning in the spring.


And as this goes to air a new wave of disappearances is happening in Summerbook Tallahassee. Once again people are saying "cats that went outside and vanished: no remains, no signs of struggle, no nothing."

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Cats Vanish in Vanier

At least six cats went missing south of Montreal Road that weekend and 15 have disappeared north of there recently, according to Vanier Street Cats, a local shelter.

When resident Jodi Turner’s cat Marmalade first disappeared, she thought it simply may have been scooped up by the Ottawa Humane Society, mistaken for a stray. But when she found out other domesticated cats had also vanished around the same time from her Vanier neighbourhood, she realized something more sinister may have happened.

One neighbour came forward to tell Turner and Elliott that he saw a tall woman acting strangely with scratches on her arms carrying two cats on the street. She had approached the neighbour and asked if she could go on his driveway. When he told her to leave, she reacted angrily and took off, Elliott said.

Residents now believe a cat hoarder may have taken the cats.

Police suggested it could be a predator that could have preyed upon the cats, but neighbours said there has been no sign of any cat remains in the area. Another theory was that a neighbour who does not like the cats could have hurt them, but both Turner and Elliott said they never had any complaints about their cats.

Kelly Wilson, who owns Vanier Street Cats, has scoured the area for any sign of the 23 missing cats, but to no avail.

“23 cats just disappeared and no one knows where they went,” she said.

“I’m getting scared because the more I find out about cat hoarders, I realize they think they love these animals, but they are not actually taking proper care of them,” Turner said.

“I almost prefer my cat was run over and was dead rather than be tortured in some house somewhere.”

Source:  http://www.ottawacommunitynews.com/news-story/5918478-cats-vanish-in-vanier/

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The missing cats of Vanier is an interesting story for not what it tells us, but for what it does not tell us. Yes, without doubt the cats went missing under sinister circumstances, but we now have a term I admit I have never heard of before and that is a `Cat Hoarder` this person is said to take cats in the misguided notion that they are looking after them, other theories were given but no legitimate cause for the disappearance of the cats.

The strange part of this report is where the neighbor reports that he saw a "Tall Woman Acting Strangely" with scratches on her arms carrying 2-cats along the street, the woman asked this neighbor if she could go on his driveway, he told her to leave and she reacted angrily . 

Here are a few questions I would like answered.

What did the neighbor mean when he said the woman was acting strangely?
The neighbor obviously got a good look at the woman so why did they all not attempt to trace this woman? If she did not have a coat on she may have lived close by, also were the cats struggling?

What is meant by the words when the woman asked if she could "GO ON HIS DRIVEWAY"
It seems that someone always sees someone acting strangely then that`s it, everything stops there. This is very much like a story a year ago that was reported in the UK media, again a number of cats had gone missing, throughout the report it emerged that a neighbor had looked through her window during the night and had seen a man walking along the street with a net on a pole.

Again that was it, end of story, one has to wonder if this is done on purpose, by that I mean `adding the human element`, no one knows whats going on with these cat disappearances so to keep the general public calm they bring the human into the picture. Now we have neighbors watching other neighbors with suspicion while the real culprit moves to another area and abducts more cats.
The English Cognizant Citizen

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BEK's and Animal Mutilations                                            
I`m starting to wonder about Black Eyed Kids and their relationship to animal mutilations  

I wonder if the woman in the story was an adult version of BEK`s because she asked the question "Can I go on your driveway,? its like a BEK asking if they can come in.
"Experts say black eyed kids are among the most terrifying figures to emerge from 'the other side'. They are said to represent the 'highest levels of pure evil'". 

The English Cognizant Citizen
Was it Satanists or a sick BBQ? Police baffled after more than 800 tails cut from cats and dogs appear in a Brazilian town
Disassociated Animal Tails
Police have been left baffled after hundreds of dog and cat tails began to appear around a Brazilian town - even though none of its residents reported any of their pets missing.

Baffled investigators admit they are no closer to solving the mystery that is gripping Sao Lourenco, in southeast Brazil, where so far more than 800 furry tails have been found.

The animals had been killed between 48 and 72 hours prior to their tails being dumped in various parts of the town, according to forensics.

However, there has been no trace whatsoever of the rest of their bodies, leaving locals and police increasingly desperate for clues which might help to explain the animals' fate, and find the culprits.
"Somebody should have reported their pet missing. But so far, there have been no reports whatsoever about any cats or dogs disappearing. So where have the animals come from?"

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3225623/Police-baffled-800-tails-cut-cats-dogs-appeared-Brazilian-town-not-single-local-reported-missing-pet.html#ixzz3mIqwm4zo









Disappearances & Babysitting

"This is a story from my babysitting days, around five years ago when I was fifteen and desperate to save up for a car, despite not even having a learners permit at this stage. I would babysit for family, and then family friends, and pretty soon word of mouth was getting me calls from people I had never met before.
People want to hire a babysitter they know won’t just sip from the liquor bottles in the cupboard and invite their boyfriend or girlfriend over. I was a very patient teenager, so good with kids, and far too chicken shit to ever properly snoop around people’s houses, rifling through cupboards or bedside drawers. And I had only ever been drunk once before, and hated it so much it put me off alcohol for a good while. I was the ideal babysitter, in other words. So anyway, one Friday I get this call from a couple who had heard about me from somebody they met someplace, I don’t know. They asked me if I was available for Sunday night.
Now it was the school holidays, I was available pretty much every night, every week. My most popular nights were Fridays and Saturdays, and even though I had been planning a sleepover with friends that Sunday, I cancelled it in order to sit for this couple. My rate was fifty dollars a night, but most parents were a bit drunk and very grateful when they got home from a night out, and pressed extra tens and twenties into my hands insistently as I left. Mostly, they would drive me home, but sometimes my mum or dad had to pick me up if the parents were drunk or the house was really far away from mine. This couple that were asking about Sunday said that they would be out until very late, and would pay upwards of a hundred dollars for my services.
They also offered to pick me up from home to get to their place, which was a good forty minutes away, and drive me back home afterwards. Now, my dad always insisted he drive me to the house I was sitting at, and come in to meet the couple if they weren’t people we knew well. Sunday was no different, and so after telling the couple I would be dropped at their place by six, I got set for the night.
I never brought homework because back then I was a good little nerd and always did it as soon as I got it. What I did bring was my book The Secret History (a great read, but slightly creepy) and a bag of Jaffa’s in case there wasn’t any nice food there or they didn’t say ‘eat what you want’.
So, we leave, and my dad drops me at the house, waits for me to knock on the door of the little flat with the nice roses in the front garden and he drives off when it opens. So anyway, this old lady is standing there, and she goes ‘can I help you?’ and I told her who I was and she looked totally baffled, when a man runs up to us, about forty and sort of good looking, kind of like Alec Baldwin but thinner and sharper featured. ‘Sorry! My wife gave you the wrong address, thank god I didn’t miss you’ he says, gesturing to his car. ‘Sorry Miss’ he says to the lady, and she goes inside like what the fuck is going on.
‘We used to live there and my wife always forgets our new address’ he explained. Now this, looking back, was suspicious as fuck and if I hadn’t been so naïve I would have called my dad and noped all the way back home, but he was sort of charming or something and I was naïve so I got in the car. We drove for about fifteen minutes, and he sort of asked about general stuff, school and that sort of thing. When we got to the house, which was the nicest house I had ever seen (super modern sort of angular architecture, amazing garden), the wife who was thin and really pretty was outside, waving.
She apologises, same story blah blah blah, and we go inside. ‘Our little angel is asleep upstairs’ she goes ‘please don’t wake her up, just stay down here unless she cries. She’s a very light sleeper, you see, so we’ll be very upset if you wake her. We’ll be up till dawn, really, in that case’ she said, and I was nervous because the house was nice and they looked all rich – sort of well groomed maybe, and here I was in my grubby runners with my messy hair in a ponytail.
They were very dressed up, and after showing me the living room, where bowls of chips and lollies were sitting out, they left, after once again telling me not to wake their daughter.
Now, I found it strange that they hadn’t introduced me to their child. Mostly, the kids were awake when I got their, and we played and watched television until way past their bedtime, and then they fell asleep full of pizza, asking me to tell them another story. The only other proper baby I had sat for slept most of the time, but the parents, my mums cousin and her partner, told me to check on her a few times and change her nappy when needed.
I just sort of sat there, feeling cold in the big, sparsely furnished house, but they hadn’t told me about heating and I hadn’t thought to ask. The food they put out was stuff I (probably very luckily) didn’t like. Salt and vinegar chips instead of plain, and the chocolate biscuits had an off smell to them.
Lollies were something I only ate as a last resort, and I had my bag of Jaffa’s, so I didn’t touch what was there. I decided to read because I could not work their ridiculously large television, but something about the darkness and silence of the house left me feeling a little edgy. I decided to see if there was anything else to eat, and went looking for the kitchen, which I eventually found. The shiny metal fridge was almost completely empty aside from a carton of milk, and the cupboards were also very empty, and I there were no bottles of milk or jars of baby food that I could see. Freezing cold and seriously considering ordering takeaways, I began walking around the house in search of a heater.
The house was very dark and most of the doors were locked, which wasn’t too uncommon, though mostly people just locked their bedroom door or maybe a messy storeroom or something. I decided the heater was probably upstairs. Now, on that note, I hadn’t heard a peep from upstairs, and I started to get anxious, because what if something was wrong with the baby? I always checked up on whoever I was babysitting as a rule about every twenty minutes.
So I made the decision to go upstairs. First weird thing was there was a fucking ‘child gate’ or whatever it’s called blocking them off, so I had to climb over. I wondered why they needed that if they had a baby. I walked up, and it was pitch black up there. I tried a door, locked, I tried another door, locked. All the fucking doors were locked. Now, who locks an infant in a room like that? I started to panic, and sort of realised something was very wrong about the whole thing. I decided to call my dad to come and wait with me. So I went to call him when I realised the address he had was the one of the old lady, their “old address” and I realised in that moment they didn’t want my dad to know where they really lived.
I started panicking, and just sort of froze in the dark hallway. I walked slowly down the stairs, and climbed over the gate as quietly as I could. My heart was pounding at this point. So I walked to the front door, and tried it, but it had been deadlocked. I walked through the house to the back door, and again, deadlocked. I was trapped in this fucking house. I could have called the police, but I had no address to give them, and I was starting to feel like maybe I wasn’t alone in the house. With shaking hands, I went into the living room and packed my stuff into my backpack, and just sat on the edge of the couch wondering what to do.
I decided to try a window or something, so I did, I tried every window, and all of them were locked. At this point I swore I heard a noise from outside. I told myself I was just being paranoid. I thought about how bad it would look if I left the baby and just ran off, but I didn’t feel safe. I felt like I was going to die.
So I was standing in the living room wondering what the fuck to do when I heard a faint clicking sound, the sound of a door being unlocked, the back door. I just froze, ringing in my ears, liquid stomach. I heard footsteps walking slowly through the house, and I crept shakily into the dark kitchen, and then through to the laundry. I crawled into one of the big cupboards next to the washing machine and sat trying to control my breathing, and trying not to be sick. I heard the footsteps walking through the house, and muffled voices. When the footsteps reached the laundry and stopped, I thought my heart would pound through my chest.
‘She must be upstairs’ the man's voice said, and I heard the footsteps walk away. I Was sure the wife would be waiting outside the cupboard with a kitchen knife, but I opened it anyway, and she wasn’t. I heard them walking upstairs, and crept quickly through the house. I opened the back door and ran, hearing it slam behind me and knowing they would be after me. I didn’t even look back, I just ran through to the front garden and down the driveway and I climbed over the gate so quickly I scraped all up my legs, but I didn’t stop running. Adrenaline works wonders even on me the fairly unfit teenager. When I got to the nearest main road, I called my dad, hysterical.
Every time a car drove past I ducked into a yard or under a tree, because I was sure it was them. When my dad arrived, I told him the story. I have never seen him go so white, like a sheet. We went to the police and everything, but I hadn’t even stopped to look at the street name when I was running away, so I had nothing to give them other than a description of both of them and their very fake names. They didn’t ever track down the couple, either, even though they drove me around the suburb for hours trying to help me remember the house.
I couldn’t, I had been too scared and it had been too dark. How I wish I had been more observant. What scared me most was that they had my phone number, but unsurprisingly I never got a call from them again, as I had changed my number the next day, and I haven't babysat since.
Well, I say i never heard from them, but now that I think about it, there was one call, a few months ago actually, an unknown number, of course. When I picked up the phone, all I heard was a baby crying on the other end. But not a real baby, a fake cry like one of those dolls you can buy. I guess I’m hoping it’s just some prank caller messing with me."
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