Cat Burglar
Posted: November 17, 2009 Filed under: Family, Humor | Tags: cat, cat burglar, funny, kids, pets 43 CommentsThe other day, my daughter ran into my room wearing a long black cape and her brother’s skeleton halloween mask.
She said, “I’m a cat burglar!”
Then she grabbed the fluffy sleeping cat off of my bed, tucked him under her arm, and ran out of the room.
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I believe she also made an appearance during Easter dinner, when she announced she was the hamburglar and ran off with the main course.
How did you know we had cheeseburgers for Easter dinner???
I hope it wasn’t in a can!!! Lucky she decided not to be a bank robber 😦 . Then you would have a bit of explaining to do!!!
Cheese burgers in a can?
If she was a bank robber, she’d need me to drive her there!
ooh good an accomplice…
Yes, sad but true you can get cheeseburgers in a can…so too a whole cooked chicken. You are screwing up your face like you don’t believe me!
http://frigginloon.wordpress.com/2009/05/25/cheeseburger-in-a-can/
http://frigginloon.wordpress.com/2009/05/01/a-whole-cooked-chicken-in-a-can/
OMG. wow. Wish I’d thought of those!
that is such a cute story. Any photos?
I’ll have to get her to dress up again. I had to pay ransom to get the cat back though…
She didn’t fancy the new bear then?
She LOVES the bear. He sleeps in her bed every night and protects her from the boogey man who lives under her bed. But she wasn’t a ‘bear’gler..
It would be quite unBEARable if she were. If she were bearglar we would have to refer to her as a Yogilar.
I know that bear is your cousin. You sent him here to spy on me didn’t you? That’s why he took over my computer – so he could report back to you.
Just don’t look him in the eye.
I was thinking of using a Sopranos reference, but I don’t think it would be appropriate here. Maybe next time she’ll put a dorsal fin on her back, ‘swim’ up to you, hand you some money, and tell you she’s a loan shark.
Ha! That would be cute. Don’t give her any ideas though cause she will want me to return the money and it will cost me an arm and a leg!
That’s a great story. Children take things so literally sometimes.
Hi DF! She has such a great sense of humor. She knew it would be funny and it was! That’s the whole reason she did it.
Hmmm … I might just know the location of another burglarable feline! 🙂
She would LOVE Dharma… and Annabelle would be very unhappy! (and so would you!)
Please tell me this story ends well… 😉
This just arrived in my mail box. I think it was meant for you…
Dear mom, I mean… Mrs. Collins
Hehehe! I have your cat. I am the cat burglar. If you want to see the cat again, raise my allowance and let me stay up late on Friday and Saturdays. Plus chocolate. And a new wii and iPod.
Leave the toys and stuff in your daughter’s room.
Signed,
The cat burglar.
You’re such a riot!
York is my cat burglar????? Hee Hee!
If she gets all that…I am coming over and stealing the cat next.
I have 4 of them. Take them all!
Wait. that sounds like you wouldn’t want them back.
No take backs!
Hahaha! If York actually IS the cat burglar then my guess is he’s either accidentally locked himself in one of your closets or is wandering around in your basement hopelessly lost. Help the poor old guy out, will you please? 🙂
Claire – don’t let him out!
Once he’s in your house, he’s harder to get rid of than the smell of cat pee on a sheepskin rug.
I know.
I’ve got cats, used to have a sheepskin rug, and have had an infestation of York.
If he’s wandering around in the basement, then he’s in big trouble. Most houses (including mine) in Arizona don’t have basements. I may have to simply put up a tombstone in the front yard.
The cat was returned after I paid the ransom. So I guess it ended well for the cat and the mini-burglar.
The weekends will never be the same at your house. 😉
Ummm…yeah.
Got to love little childrens though, they do bring a smile to a tired parent’s face.
She brought a nice belly laugh. Laughter is good for the soul and I don’t think anything makes me laugh like the kids do.
Of course, the cat was really just waiting for help with its escape plans.
Ha! I knew they were in cahoots!
absolutely marvelous!
Thanks!
Did you get the cat back?
After I paid the ransom!
I stole your cat, please send me a ransom.
Keep him. Send me the rooster instead.
Cutting holes in a cardboard box as I type this… just applying postage… done!