I woke up this morning, opened my door, and found Grandma lying on the grotty doormat with two of the kittens. The guard came rushing over to me and turned me around to look at the laundry. The little marmalade kitten (not Mangy) was just lying there in the doorway. I poked it, and it was cold and hard. The poor little kitten was dead. There was a wound on its stomach, someone had attacked it.
I checked the little black one near Grandma, because it didn't seem to be moving either, and it's also got a wound below its ear.
Apparently the guard saw a big black and white cat (I know the one) attacking the kittens. Now of course I remember the time that the guards said the other tom cat had eaten one of the kittens and I threw a rock at it when I saw it trying to get near the other kitties. And then we found the kitten alive and well. I felt kind of bad about that. But this black and white cat should know to never to darken our door again.
I'm sad today.