the kitten chronicles - part 162

Yesterday I read a story about a cat burglar in California who is actually a cat. At night he roams the neighborhood and steals stuff from people's houses. He's taken shoes, clothing -basically anything he can carry in his mouth and drags it back to his house. Rooney was impressed. This cat was an overachiever. Rooney so far has only taken my pens (very difficult to do work as a writer when your pen is missing) glue sticks, anything he can knock off the dining room table. This unfortunately includes his eye cream from the kindly cat doctor. I brought the cream home from the vet with every intention of putting it in Rooney's eye twice a day starting that next morning. Rooney scuppered that plan by making off with the tube during the night. "No Big Cat, you're not smearing that in my eye." The cat burglar cat displays his trophies proudly for his owners. My fur-brain hides everything. Luckily, these missing objects can often be found under the buffet, the couch and the piano - possibly under the stove, too. But I haven't moved it yet. I'll be that's where he's stashed the eye cream. xxx dad