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There’s a thief prowling the area. Socks, caps, gloves, singlets, pj pieces and undies. Calvin Klein, Polo Ralph Lauren, Converse – adults and children’s garments missing?
The thief is leaving a trail of these items scattered around the gardens, under decks and bushes, hanging on fences and to the horror of his family, at his residence.
His name is Rodney, pale ginger, lite footed, agile, a burglar – a CAT BURGLAR.
Yes, Rodney is a young cat with a fetishise for cloth.
His owners are embarrassed and keep a bag of his of his stolen items – washed and cleaned, canvassing the neighbourhood in the hope of finding the rightful owners.
I have personally witnessed his cunning and stealth. One summers afternoon he approached for a smooch and proceeded to go to the doorstep to sniff my painting rag. Into his mouth and off with me in hot pursuit. He’s fast, much fasted than me, my cloth was gone. But in the chase I did locate a rather hole ridden singlet under the deck and a pair of pj shorts in another garden area.
Today as on other occasions I discovered three items on hanging on the fence and on currant bushes.
BAD BOY RODNEY