As I was walking home from work at around 6pm, I noticed the bedroom light was on. I thought that was odd, but perhaps Jeremy forgot to turn it off as the lamp is in a new position in the room. I walked in our front door and the cats ran up to me mewing and I noticed the back door leading to the basement and back yard was wide open. I shut and locked it. Trying to think of why Jeremy would have forgotten to lock it or if my landlord had come down for some reason. I said, "Hello?" and walked into the bedroom where I noticed my jewelery box looked like it had vomited. I called Jeremy at this point, getting a little spooked and said, "Did you dig frantically through my jewelery box this morning and leave the lights on and the back door open?" He had me repeat myself three times and then asked if his money for rent was still in his drawer. The drawer was shut, so at first I thought we had a chance, but no. $600. I'd always thought it was less than wise for him to keep money in his sock drawer but he had left it there literally so that I could come home that night with my check, take his money put both in an envelope and put it upstairs for our landlord. I looked at my jewelery. The one piece I had of any value, a clasped hand ring that opened to reveal a heart was gone. My mom had given it to me one Christmas. My other rings were gone too, but they were mainly hematite and replaceable. The cops came over, Jeremy got off work, and our friend Devin came over. The police decided that he came in through the window in the kitchen and declared that it was not a forced entry since the window wasn't completely locked. I found that inane. Also, if he came in through the window, why would he bother closing both the screen and the window behind him and righting Jeremy's cooking magazines which surely would have been disturbed by his entrance? They left and we had some wine, beer and shrimp cocktail while waiting for the fingerprint duster to come over. We also told ghost stories and stuff. It was a pleasant way to pass the time to be honest. Jeremy went to turn the CD player on in the kitchen and discovered that it was completely unplugged. So the guy must have been in the process of stealing it and I came home. The 'duster' was actually pretty cool and let me take pictures of her (see above) while she was dusting. She managed to lift three fingerprints from my jewelery box and a hematite bracelet which I've never worn because it's too big. There were more, but apparently they don't lift well on textured surfaces. I learned lots about finger print dusting. Apparently 'they' don't tell the cops what they use to dust with. Interesting. She then checked the window and announced that there was no way the guy came in through the window and that the other police were wrong. Which is disturbing because that means he came in through the basement, which the police weren't able to find evidence of, or he has a key. Our landlord still hasn't called us back, which annoys me. I want the locks changed.
I am in the process of training Hedwig and Jake to be 'attack cats.'
