People stopped to watch as a local teen walked quietly down the sidewalk, every once in a while, making small kissing sounds at the leashed animal at their side. Children pointed and tried to touch the small animal, but they were stopped by the firm hand of a parent. The beast master kissed softly at the furry thing again, “Come on kitty. You’re doing so good!” Kris, the neighborhood cat trainer, was on their daily walk with a new trainee. With clicker in one hand and treats in the other, Kris lead the small calico up and down the street with ease. One might wonder what could lead a bright young mind to such a hobby. Was it a family legacy that needed to be passed down? Was it a strange obsession with small felines? Or perhaps boredom? None of those, but in fact it was crime, that lead Kris to the path they traveled on daily.
Kris was born like any regular child. Upside down, all their toes, the works; what distinguished Kris from their peers was a love for stealing. Whenever Kris’s mother would take them to the store she always had to check her child’s pockets for taken candy or treats. Every week there was another phone call from the school about stolen lunches. Kris couldn’t be stopped. Their policeman father decided to put a stop to his child’s life of crime and took them on a tour of the county jail. This instilled only one thought in Kris’s mind. ‘If I’m going to steal, I’m not going to get caught.’
And so, under the guise of training cats for fifteen dollars an hour, Kris secretly used their skills to break into people’s homes and steal their most precious belongings. The news reported attacks from the “Cat Burglar” almost every night, but no one would ever suspect that it was in fact cats burgling.