Kleptomaniac cat burglars steal and stash holiday decorations and more
December 27, 2013 1:55 PM Subscribe
Meet our protagonists, Denis and Theo. Instead of the normal things that they steal during other times of the year (ie., hand puppets, fluffy pens, and phone chargers from the neighbors), during the holidays they steal Christmas decorations.
You can watch one of the cat burglars carry home his Christmas loot on youtube.
Denis the cat burglar has his own youtube channel and you can watch him carry his stolen treasures into his home throughout the year.
If you live near these cats and are missing items in your house,you can check out a FB or twitter feed to see if your stolen items have appeared in the owner's home and the stolen items can be returned to you.
Denis the cat burglar has his own youtube channel and you can watch him carry his stolen treasures into his home throughout the year.
If you live near these cats and are missing items in your house,you can check out a FB or twitter feed to see if your stolen items have appeared in the owner's home and the stolen items can be returned to you.
Our cat does that with live rats.
He no longer has flap privileges.
posted by Artw at 2:06 PM on December 27, 2013 [2 favorites]
He no longer has flap privileges.
posted by Artw at 2:06 PM on December 27, 2013 [2 favorites]
From he BBC Link:
posted by notyou at 2:14 PM on December 27, 2013
She [Lesley Newman] believes his cat burgling is the nearest her pet can get to catching live animals.It's been a few years since a cat has degraded itself enough to share living space with me, but I think I'd rather have the socks and chonies than the birds' heads and lizards' tails.
"The thing is, Theo's absolutely rubbish at catching normal 'cat prey'," she says.
"He's really a bit of a stupid cat, and definitely not firing on all cylinders to be honest."
posted by notyou at 2:14 PM on December 27, 2013
They may look innocent enough but these two felines are responsible for a mini crime spree in the east of England.
Those cats do not look in any way innocent. They have the look of cats who are up to something.
posted by TheWhiteSkull at 2:35 PM on December 27, 2013 [4 favorites]
Those cats do not look in any way innocent. They have the look of cats who are up to something.
posted by TheWhiteSkull at 2:35 PM on December 27, 2013 [4 favorites]
I'm not sure innocent looking cats is a thing. Maybe some kittens, or some cats that are asleep... either way you know they are just biding their time...
posted by Artw at 2:40 PM on December 27, 2013 [1 favorite]
posted by Artw at 2:40 PM on December 27, 2013 [1 favorite]
I'm not sure innocent looking cats is a thing. Maybe some kittens, or some cats that are asleep... either way you know they are just biding their time...
Well, yes- but these have the look of cats who are up to something and do not particularly care if you know it.
posted by TheWhiteSkull at 3:26 PM on December 27, 2013 [2 favorites]
Well, yes- but these have the look of cats who are up to something and do not particularly care if you know it.
posted by TheWhiteSkull at 3:26 PM on December 27, 2013 [2 favorites]
I don't think that the meowing indicates a demon cat. If my Google Translate is working properly those "meows" mean: HEY WHERE IS EVERYBODY? I'VE GOT PRESENTS FOR YOU! DON'T YOU WANT THEM?
posted by janey47 at 5:10 PM on December 27, 2013 [2 favorites]
posted by janey47 at 5:10 PM on December 27, 2013 [2 favorites]
My research indicates that meowing is equivalent to humans pressing the "E" key in an FPS. Door closed? Point at it and press "E". Food bowl empty? Point at it and press "E" to fill.
posted by Artw at 5:27 PM on December 27, 2013 [8 favorites]
posted by Artw at 5:27 PM on December 27, 2013 [8 favorites]
Years ago I was sharing a house with some friends, one of whom had spent many hours sewing an exquisite silk charmeuse camisole - peach colored with black lace. Her cat stole it out of her room and dragged it out to present when we were having a dinner party.
Our current cats don't bring us anything so interesting -if you don't count live bats in the middle of the night.
posted by leslies at 7:18 PM on December 27, 2013 [1 favorite]
Our current cats don't bring us anything so interesting -if you don't count live bats in the middle of the night.
posted by leslies at 7:18 PM on December 27, 2013 [1 favorite]
My dear departed Evgeny the Cat was the original Christmas Bastard. Nobody loved Christmas decorations like that cat. He was a fifteen-twenty pounder if he was an ounce, and his favorite place to sleep was halfway up the tree. Sometimes the tree stayed upright, sometimes not. Sometimes the branches stayed attached to the trunk, sometimes... If you were woken up by a strange noise, it was probably him sliding joyously across the floor on a stolen chunk of wrapping paper, with a bow stuck somewhere on his body.
His favorites, though, were the pine cone and fake red apple ornaments. From Thanksgiving to Three Kings' Day, you hardly ever saw that cat without one or the other in his teeth. The red coating on the apples got all cracked from being batted all over the house, and the little cord loops were all ripped from being teeth-tugged. When we moved out of the house where he grew up, and took apart the bed in the downstairs bedroom, we exposed a warren of tunnels between the boxes stored under it. It was littered with dozens of pine cones, cracked fake apples, ribbon bows, and other Christmas ornaments.
He lived to be an old man, and on his last Christmas, he still managed to bat at some paper and bows. I haven't really experienced the true, unbridled joy of the season since he's been gone.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 9:59 PM on December 27, 2013 [11 favorites]
His favorites, though, were the pine cone and fake red apple ornaments. From Thanksgiving to Three Kings' Day, you hardly ever saw that cat without one or the other in his teeth. The red coating on the apples got all cracked from being batted all over the house, and the little cord loops were all ripped from being teeth-tugged. When we moved out of the house where he grew up, and took apart the bed in the downstairs bedroom, we exposed a warren of tunnels between the boxes stored under it. It was littered with dozens of pine cones, cracked fake apples, ribbon bows, and other Christmas ornaments.
He lived to be an old man, and on his last Christmas, he still managed to bat at some paper and bows. I haven't really experienced the true, unbridled joy of the season since he's been gone.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 9:59 PM on December 27, 2013 [11 favorites]
Also, is Denis Theo's negative?
posted by The Underpants Monster at 10:04 PM on December 27, 2013 [3 favorites]
posted by The Underpants Monster at 10:04 PM on December 27, 2013 [3 favorites]
I once lived in a shared house that included two adorable cats. I have forgotten their real names, but they were frequently referred to as "rubbish cat" and "hunting cat".
Hunting cat was amazing. Hunting cat would bring home ordinary prey like mice and birds, but would also steal cuts of semi-defrosted meat from somewhere. We theorised that it was a nearby elderly person who liked to put frozen meat on a countertop near open windows to defrost. Hunting cat once dragged two pork chops through the catflap (one at a time, obvs), and we were so impressed, that they were cooked and given to the cats to eat for dinner.
Rubbish cat was adorably useless. Rubbish cat would proudly bring in dead leaves, and lay them on the doormat for us to inspect and be impressed by. Also, bits of bread that people throw out on their lawn for the birds to eat. The road we lived on had a small school at the end of it, so there was some drop-off traffic each morning. One of my roommates came out one morning and cars were at a complete standstill, because Rubbish cat was sitting calmly in the middle of the road, eating a slice of cake she had got from somewhere.
Those cats were fantastic!
posted by Joh at 10:26 PM on December 27, 2013 [8 favorites]
Hunting cat was amazing. Hunting cat would bring home ordinary prey like mice and birds, but would also steal cuts of semi-defrosted meat from somewhere. We theorised that it was a nearby elderly person who liked to put frozen meat on a countertop near open windows to defrost. Hunting cat once dragged two pork chops through the catflap (one at a time, obvs), and we were so impressed, that they were cooked and given to the cats to eat for dinner.
Rubbish cat was adorably useless. Rubbish cat would proudly bring in dead leaves, and lay them on the doormat for us to inspect and be impressed by. Also, bits of bread that people throw out on their lawn for the birds to eat. The road we lived on had a small school at the end of it, so there was some drop-off traffic each morning. One of my roommates came out one morning and cars were at a complete standstill, because Rubbish cat was sitting calmly in the middle of the road, eating a slice of cake she had got from somewhere.
Those cats were fantastic!
posted by Joh at 10:26 PM on December 27, 2013 [8 favorites]
Sorry, I got you all beat. Cat The Cat would bring me loose cigarettes, untouched and unmarked.
( and once, a marmalade sandwhich. )
posted by The Whelk at 7:13 AM on December 28, 2013 [5 favorites]
( and once, a marmalade sandwhich. )
posted by The Whelk at 7:13 AM on December 28, 2013 [5 favorites]
Our cat brings us cat vomit.
Okay, maybe not so good...
posted by Artw at 7:16 AM on December 28, 2013
Okay, maybe not so good...
posted by Artw at 7:16 AM on December 28, 2013
I made you a present! In my stomach!
posted by The Whelk at 7:24 AM on December 28, 2013 [1 favorite]
posted by The Whelk at 7:24 AM on December 28, 2013 [1 favorite]
The Whelk, The Cat The Cat found a marmalade sandwich, like, in the gutter? How did you know it was marmalade? Did you try it? I think a whole movie could be made around this event.
posted by angrycat at 7:35 AM on December 28, 2013 [1 favorite]
posted by angrycat at 7:35 AM on December 28, 2013 [1 favorite]
I assume like with the cigarettes she just stole it from people with cat flaps or poorly secured windows*. I lifted the top peice of bread to see what it was. I did not eat it, but I did give her lots of attention for it in hopes she'd try for a BLT next time.
* she was unfazed by walking into other people's houses and would routinely hang out with the downstairs lady if the weather got bad before anyone could get home to let her in.
posted by The Whelk at 7:39 AM on December 28, 2013 [3 favorites]
* she was unfazed by walking into other people's houses and would routinely hang out with the downstairs lady if the weather got bad before anyone could get home to let her in.
posted by The Whelk at 7:39 AM on December 28, 2013 [3 favorites]
Oh and it was half a sandwich, sorry. She wasn't like, carrying the whole thing in a tiny lunchbox.
posted by The Whelk at 7:42 AM on December 28, 2013 [1 favorite]
posted by The Whelk at 7:42 AM on December 28, 2013 [1 favorite]
Cat The Cat would bring me loose cigarettes, untouched and unmarked.
Unpunctured? Buffy the Cat used to carry Grandma's pack of cigarettes around in his teeth,and she'd have to plug up all the fang holes with her fingers to get them to draw. Cat the Cat must have been like a soft mouth gun dog.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 9:59 AM on December 28, 2013
Unpunctured? Buffy the Cat used to carry Grandma's pack of cigarettes around in his teeth,and she'd have to plug up all the fang holes with her fingers to get them to draw. Cat the Cat must have been like a soft mouth gun dog.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 9:59 AM on December 28, 2013
She once brought home a live juvenile rabbit that she treated like a kitten for a full day.
The rabbit spent the day in catatonic shock. We separated the two and left the rabbit in he Comfy Basket Bed it had been dragged into until it kinda snapped out of it and ran for the hills. Cat the Cat had allready moved on to newer things.
posted by The Whelk at 11:22 AM on December 28, 2013 [2 favorites]
The rabbit spent the day in catatonic shock. We separated the two and left the rabbit in he Comfy Basket Bed it had been dragged into until it kinda snapped out of it and ran for the hills. Cat the Cat had allready moved on to newer things.
posted by The Whelk at 11:22 AM on December 28, 2013 [2 favorites]
Aww, short hair tabbies, sweet and dumb as a sack of hair.
posted by The Whelk at 12:33 AM on December 29, 2013
posted by The Whelk at 12:33 AM on December 29, 2013
If I had a dime for every time I've been sneezed in the eye by some cat, I could buy a fancy silver eye wash cup.
Shorthair tabbies have been some of the craftiest little sons of devils I've ever known.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 6:34 AM on December 29, 2013
Shorthair tabbies have been some of the craftiest little sons of devils I've ever known.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 6:34 AM on December 29, 2013
In one of the most hung-over moments of my life, my cat farted in my face. Thankfully, I've stopped drinking and for whatever reason my cat hasn't farted to my knowledge since.
posted by angrycat at 8:12 AM on December 29, 2013
posted by angrycat at 8:12 AM on December 29, 2013
In one of the most hung-over moments of my life, my cat farted in my face.
posted by angrycat An hour ago [+]
My first Eponysterical!
posted by The Underpants Monster at 10:14 AM on December 29, 2013
posted by angrycat An hour ago [+]
My first Eponysterical!
posted by The Underpants Monster at 10:14 AM on December 29, 2013
Evgeny's littermate Ludmilla was the Queen of Bringing Bloody Half-Slaughtered Things Through The Catflap for Happy Funtimes. Sweetest, loviest muffin of a kitty you'd ever hope to know, but also a dreadful pointy vicious killer beast.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 5:13 PM on December 29, 2013
posted by The Underpants Monster at 5:13 PM on December 29, 2013
I'll take half dead and dying over alive and deciding to move in.
posted by Artw at 6:28 PM on December 29, 2013
posted by Artw at 6:28 PM on December 29, 2013
Well, yeah. The night the possum came in the catflap was the night the catflap got nailed shut for good.
posted by The Underpants Monster at 8:42 PM on December 29, 2013
posted by The Underpants Monster at 8:42 PM on December 29, 2013
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