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That night, his yelling was so loud and persistent that the cats were afraid to leave my side. That's when I realised something was wrong, but I had no idea what to do about it. I stayed the night, bracing myself every time I heard him pace past my door.I woke up to the doorbell. It was a man and woman who said that they were with the Amtsartzt – a German version of social services – and that they were there to see my housemate. They wanted to inspect the house, which had turned into a wasteland overnight. The neighbours had apparently called in to report his psychotic episode.When I went to look for him, he was gone. The social workers left, asking me to call if he reappeared.Shortly afterwards another visitor appeared: his ex-girlfriend. She told me she had brought the cats over earlier to calm him down, and was now here to take him to a hospital. He'd probably be away for a month or two. We waited together until he finally came home and calmly left with her.There was an attempt at homemade wet cat food in the blender, consisting of vitamin C tablets, cat treats and the goldfish from the bathtub.
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