We have a psycho killer Coyote stalking my neighborhood for about the past 2 months. We believe it's a she and that she has pups. She's made wet red rags out six fat housecats, one yip yip dog and a particularly cantankerous possum nobody misses.

The area she's hunting has a lot of garden sheds and a couple of empty cottages that have been fenced off from the streets so she pretty much has her run of the neighborhood. We don't think she's living full time in our end of west hollywood but she must be overnighting here frequently - it's far too difficult to cross Sunset and Hollywood Blvd in the wee hours. Too many inebriated Zombie metalheads to negotiate. Looks like Shaun of the Dead up there every morning at 4.

I've had chats with my 3 fat cats explaining that they are taking their lives into their own paws if they cross Formosa but still they go...

(My excuse for being awy from mudcat so long this time is that I've been hunting the Pyscho Coyote with a posse of other West Hollwyood folk musicians)