He’ll Jack Anything

December 20th, 2009 11:00 PM | 1 Comment

COEUR D’ALENE, Idaho-

Once upon a time there was a robber, but he wasn’t your typical neighborhood robber. Most robbers would steal your TV or XBOX 360, maybe some cash or your most treasured jewelry. But this robber was notorious and stole often, but he was simple. All he usually wanted was basic items of clothing and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his fetish.

He stole so much and so often, that eventually he was caught, but it took quite some time. Once he was finally identified as the culprit only his first name was given, Jack. How fitting since he seemed to “Jack” everything in the neighborhood. He stayed tight lipped about why he stole so much. His mother considered bringing in some sort of specialist to try and get through to him since he would absolutely not talk to anyone about his crimes, not even dear old mom.

Jack never wanted anything flashy and did his best work in the wee hours of the morning, sometimes getting started around 4am. Jack seemed to steal simply for the thrill of it. Typically, he’d take a hat here, designer shorts there, and had stolen several towels. Something he seemed to be most fond of were gloves. Jack had stolen 27 pair of gloves in all (sometimes he was known to only take one glove at time). Jack’s mother had finally figured out his clothing fetish and taken everything he had stolen and put it all out in the front yard for others to see and potentially claim. There was so much stolen material that one neighbor thought it was a yard sale.

Logic would tell you that once Jack was caught he’d conform. After all, how hardened a criminal could he be if all he ever jacked were various types of clothing? But Jack could care less about public opinion, nothing would stop him. So Jack’s mother decided she had to take a stand and air all his dirty laundry. She admitted to everyone the truth about Jack. He was not your typical cat burglar, he was only a year old and that’s one of the reasons no one could get through to him, the other reason was Jack was a cat.

The moral of the story: If your kitty can’t keep his paws to himself it might be time to leave him in the house.

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  • Francine West

    Reminds me of a dog we used to have named Bodie. He would carry his food bowl in his mouth and drop it our feet to be fed. We would fill it. Then he started going around town (it was a very small town) collecting all the dog bowls. We would come home and there would be a pile of them, along with sticks, and an occasional item of clothing. We put the bowls out at the post office for the owners to pick them up.

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