My name is Jack and I'm a kleptomanicat. (group says. "Hi Jack") I think I've had this problem for some time now, probably from when I was in Australia. It started with toys, my breeder says that I was very possessive of my favorite red ball. When I got to Hawaii, I thought I was turning over a new blade of catnip, but it was not to be.
I started hoarding the toy mice that my new owners provided. Keeping them away from that 'other cat' in the house. Whenever they try to play with her, I was compelled to steal the toy. Even if I already had one of my own. Soon, I had all the toy mice and as if by some miracle, they kept coming.
My problem was, once I had them, I had to stash them to keep them from 'her'. To do this I created my "lair" behind the "Big Cat's" bed. This was perfect because I could place things there and nobody could see them.
Now my problem spiraled out of control. With a safe haven for my booty, I went on a binge. I found that if I stole pens from the desk, more pens would always appear. I knocked one of those cat brushes into my hiding place. One of the "big cats" wears reading glasses... I got 'em. I even tried to carry a coat hanger back there, but it was too bulky and I kept stepping on it when I was walking.
Pretty soon, loose items became harder to find, so I turned to the garbage. Inside there were all kind of things, plastic bags, Q-tips, kleenex, even those empty cases that held contact lenses.
I knew I'd hit rock bottom when I started stealing egg shells from the sink. Oh this wasn't that bad, but I made a big mess when I knocked a whole egg of the counter and started eating it right there in front of the very upset "big cat". I couldn't help myself! I was powerless to stop!!! Fortunately she intervened by placing the remaining eggs in a bowl. Damn, those round things in the shell were slippery and impossible to get out of that bowl no matter how hard I tried.
(Group says, Thank you Jack for sharing......)
I started hoarding the toy mice that my new owners provided. Keeping them away from that 'other cat' in the house. Whenever they try to play with her, I was compelled to steal the toy. Even if I already had one of my own. Soon, I had all the toy mice and as if by some miracle, they kept coming.
My problem was, once I had them, I had to stash them to keep them from 'her'. To do this I created my "lair" behind the "Big Cat's" bed. This was perfect because I could place things there and nobody could see them.
Now my problem spiraled out of control. With a safe haven for my booty, I went on a binge. I found that if I stole pens from the desk, more pens would always appear. I knocked one of those cat brushes into my hiding place. One of the "big cats" wears reading glasses... I got 'em. I even tried to carry a coat hanger back there, but it was too bulky and I kept stepping on it when I was walking.
Pretty soon, loose items became harder to find, so I turned to the garbage. Inside there were all kind of things, plastic bags, Q-tips, kleenex, even those empty cases that held contact lenses.
I knew I'd hit rock bottom when I started stealing egg shells from the sink. Oh this wasn't that bad, but I made a big mess when I knocked a whole egg of the counter and started eating it right there in front of the very upset "big cat". I couldn't help myself! I was powerless to stop!!! Fortunately she intervened by placing the remaining eggs in a bowl. Damn, those round things in the shell were slippery and impossible to get out of that bowl no matter how hard I tried.
(Group says, Thank you Jack for sharing......)