give that boy a treat. on me.

dragnet.

Lots of fur babies have shared our home and generated lots of good stories, but not a one beats yours, AllaN01Bear!

Stole neighbor’s tennis balls, slippers, mink teddy bear. If a door was open she was IN. And wouldn’t come out empty-handed. Still miss her.

Cats aren't innocent either. Last December 23, I had taken Rosie out for her walk and when we got back I couldn't find my keys anywhere. I usually place my keys on a hook by the door when I first come in but that day I was distracted and didn't. I tore my apartment apart looking for them and even retraced the steps that Rosie and I took during our walk. It was driving me crazy and it threatened to torpedo my plans to go to a friend's house on Christmas Day because sometimes my door doesn't stay closed if it's not locked and I couldn't risk my cats getting out and running all over the building. The leasing office was closed for the holiday so there was no way I could get a spare set. I had an extra key fob for my car but I couldn't go anywhere because my door wouldn't shut properly.

So I got up the next day and searched everywhere again. No luck. When I thought all hope was lost, I noticed something shiny in the litter box. Peeking out was the corner of my car key fob. My keys had turned into a cat toy and one of them buried my keys in the litterbox. SO GROSS. Luckily, I acquired one of those Phone Soap UV sanitizers during Covid to sanitize my phone, credit cards, driver's license, etc. I rinsed them off then threw them in that thing and ran it through about 10 cycles.

I'll never forget to immediately hang up my keys again.

teeth on. One day he stole one of our neighbor's shoes and the next day he went back and got the other one. He would steal clothes off the neighbors' clotheslines. One day he came home with a naked Barbie doll in his mouth!

A friend’s beagle named Buster came in one day with a crown rib roast still wrapped in plastic.

But that beagle ... what a Good Boy!

Totally deserves the bones from that roast. Aww, what the heck, a whole rib-eye too.

hell. My brother, sister and I were all laughing so hard that our Mom couldn't carry on a straight conversation. This was back in the days of land line telephones. He was named Duke, but we always called him Dookie. What a sweeeet boy. He loved PB sandwiches and marshmallows.

Reminds me of a dog I used to take care of when my friends would go on vacation.

Her name was Sheba, and she had a sock fetish.

It took a while to learn that if you ever wanted to see your socks again, NEVER throw them on the floor. I don't know where she took them, I don't know where she hid them. But if she got them, they were history.

One evening she came home with a perfectly cooked steak in her mouth. Not even a tooth mark. My parents called around the neighborhood to their friends to see who was missing a sirloin steak. No one admitted to ownership. It remind a mystery what poor family lost its steak. My sister voted we should eat it, but foolishly my parents said no. No one got the beautiful steak.

At least he brought it back.

who was allowed out at night and would bring something home every morning. The put a body cam on him and oh my! He was all over the neighborhood. Tey apologized to al the neighbors of course Now when anything is missing they know whee to look. It's been a minute since I saw thia, but it must be somewhere - the internet never forgets.