“I’d always see him drinking a beer and standing near the trash container in the backyard. And there’d be all these cats around him. I don’t mean a couple, I mean a lot of cats, following him all over the place. And the guy didn’t just go into his apartment, like most people open the door and go in. He squeezed in. He’d open the door just the littlest bit and squeeze through. He did that a lot.”

– Douglas Jackson, downstairs neighbor of Jeff Dahmer in the book ‘Step into My Parlor’.