Today, a resident thief stole the cat's favorite new toy. It was a large box that had to be removed from the living room while she slept. She was atop her cat condo, curled up and asleep, maybe. Looking as if she is sleeping while actually not doing it is something she has raised to a fine feline art. J gestured to the box and nodded in the direction of the recycle bin, outside. I nodded yes (we dared not speak) and held a piece of paper between her face and the thief's activities.
Long ago, when a battered box (it had been hers, but they're all hers) was being removed by J, she ran to him, reared up and put two paws over the edge of the box while meowing piteously. She could not have written him a letter and been any more clear in her meaning.
So now, to avoid heartache and pleading or feline legal action, we remove them by stealth. No cats are harmed during this process . . .