25 Bold Cats Who Are Guilty Of Home Invasions
Cats have a talent for turning up where they are not invited, and somehow making it look like a perfectly reasonable plan. In this roundup, that means sneaking into neighbors' homes, claiming blankets, sinks, stairs, and even entire couches as if they paid the mortgage.
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The photos below capture 25 bold little intruders who wandered into someone else's space and immediately acted like they belonged there. Some were fed, some were cuddled, and some clearly decided they had found a second residence with better perks.
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Scroll through the list and see which one looks the most shameless. Read on.
Couch potato
Marley is my upstairs neighbors’ cat. This is my couch. I don’t think Marley got the memo.
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He saw a blanket. It was cold. He was only putting two and two together.
Our neighbors tossed him out. He comes in for breakfast and dinner and sometimes if it’s raining. He has trained us to pay tribute with treats on a schedule. Yesterday was a nice day, so I put a blanket on the pool deck and was lying down to get some fresh air. I turned my head to the right and saw this.
He found a home and a parent in one day.
Well, I was going through my phone not long ago and found a picture I took of him walking down the street about a month or two before he barged into my life. From that skinny stray to the loving and vocal 21 lb a**hole, his transition from a NMC to my cat has been one hell of a glow-up for him.
Checking the new neighbor out "Just making sure you’re not a serial killer or anything."
This fellow has now learned to walk quietly behind me and sneak in when I open the door from my morning coffee run. This was my morning meeting… my colleagues commented, “There’s a lot of meowing, Hamlen, for someone who doesn’t have a cat.
That is one very confident house call.
Lil’ Homer found his neighbor’s home
My partner and I met him probably five years ago; we never knew who he belonged to, so we fed him, and he would spend most of the night with us. He ended up being my neighbor's cat, and his real name was “a**hole” (we named him Homer because we didn’t know what his name was). Last year, we ended up moving to a new town three hours away from where we used to live. It was really hard to leave Homer behind; we loved him and cared for him almost like he was our own. My partner travels to Melbourne and visits him sometimes!
Well, a few weeks ago, our old neighbor contacted us and said he was moving and going to work in the mines and that he was looking at rehoming Homer, so of course, we said yes! In a few days, our little grey man will be reuniting with us, and we are so excited!
Introducing, the one and only, Girlie
Girlie has anointed herself my greeting committee. She knows which one is my assigned parking space, and if my car isn’t in it, she will wait for me (year-round!) on the sidewalk along the road I take to get home.
Girlie knows the sound of my car and will come running from out of nowhere when she hears it!
When I come home, I roll down the windows of my car and call for her. Girlie is usually waiting for me, but on those odd days when she isn’t, I hear the sound of her tiny paws shortly after, scrambling across the stone landscape toward my car. I can then see this healthy chonk full-tilt running behind my car to beat me to my parking space so that she can greet me properly.
She sniffs the plants and waits up the hill on the sidewalk for me to grab my stuff and start the walk home, and then (and only then) she darts up my stairs and stands impatiently with her nose pressed to my security door. At this point, she lets out the tiniest little ‘mew!!!’ to let me know that she is ready to sit with me for five minutes at the top of the stairs while I dole out her favorite snacks.
I treasure this time. I tell her about my day, scritch under her chin (everywhere else seems to be politely rebuffed so far), and when the snacks are gone, she trots down the stairs into the night.
My little love, Girlie.
Cozying up one minute, the next minute he's in beast mode
This petite démon found a cozy place at my car on a rainy evening, then found my sofa and tried to eat my soul.
When you catch your neighbor's cat trying to sneak into your house through the window.
There’s nothing you can tell us. This cat is a stalker.
Some of these cats are acting way too comfortable.
Say hello to "Do Not Feed"
This fella has greeted me the last few mornings. He’s chonky, and if his collar is to be believed, his name is ‘Do Not Feed!’
"The sink is mine"
My bathroom, not my cat.
"Heard you feed strays. Where’s my lunch?"
I guess she heard I feed strays and was quite demanding. Later, I discovered she was eating for four!
"Naptime feels better with you."
This guy started showing up a few months ago. He has a collar on but no tags. One day, I decided to put a note on his collar to see if he had a home. He does! His lovely mom texted me all about him and thinks it’s great he comes by for naps and hangouts with me.
Toby steals hearts
My neighbors were very anti-cat; they didn’t like them at all… until our Toby decided to visit. He made himself at home, sleeping on their bed. Toby changed them completely; they bought him treats, cooked him chicken, and even called to see how he was when they were away.
Sadly, we lost our dear Toby to cancer last year. We’d had him for ten years, and he was very much loved by us and our neighbors. We laid him to rest in the memorial garden, and to my surprise, I found a small plaque that they’d put on a rock nearby.
It read, “Toby, he was our little friend.” I sobbed when I read it. (Photo shows Toby with our beloved late doggy Sausage, who our neighbors also loved. They are shown here on a doggy bed bought by them.)
At this point, the neighbors probably know them by name.
Meet Romeo; he’s as cute as they come
I’ve recently had two more show up. A black one I call Slayer because my black cat's name is Pantera, and I thought they were pretty metal, lol.
But this guy I call Romeo because he sits on this table outside the window and meows to my female cat. Like a little Romeo and Juliette. But he’s so gorgeous I thought I’d share him.
Joe finally found a place he belonged
They left him outside all the time, no matter the weather, and really didn’t bother with him. One day, my mom told me they packed up and left in the middle of the night. They took their dogs and a few things and just left.
So old Joe started spending most of his time on Mom's porch. He would do the rounds in the morning, visiting a couple of the neighbors who would give him treats and sometimes food. There was also an older gentleman who walked down the street every day who gave him treats.
When winter came, my mom went to Michaels and bought one of those little wooden crate-type boxes, threw a blanket into it, and slid it under the porch swing (covering that with a blanket to block the wind) against the house so Joe would have a warm place to sleep because he would never come in the house.
Joe wasn’t a fan of being petted, and picking him up was out of the question, but he’d sit close by and relax on the porch with you.
Joe's been gone a couple of years now, but I just found this page, so I thought I’d give a little shout-out to this fuzzy boy.
"If the food is good, I’ll be there."
My garden, not my cat. I don’t know who he is, where he comes from, or what his name is, but he keeps coming around and eating my own cat’s food. He’s chunky, he looks healthy, and he’s brazen; I found him on my sofa a couple of days ago!
The growth is so beautiful to see
Now, she’s a vocal, affectionate, prissy lil Peach that demands “kitty time,” a well-made bed, and special collars. She’s come a long way from being not my cat to being a family member.
"My stairs, not my cat."
The whole gang showed up
Last spring, I planted catnip with my garden herbs that I hang in pots on our fence. I didn’t grow up with cats, so I was ignorant of the fact that some cats really do find it irresistible. The huge tabby on the chair was the first one to turn up shortly thereafter. We simply call him Mister because it’s very, ahem, obvious that he’s a male from the rear. It was clear that he had never been socialized around people. He has never been aggressive, but he was very scared of us for a good long while. Any sudden movement would send him back on top of the fence where he was most comfortable.
It has taken nine patient months, completely on his terms, but I can finally feed him treats right out of my hand and even pet him a little bit. I think he sired two generations of kitties somewhere in the neighborhood in the meantime because these friendly little kittens started showing up gradually too. You can’t tell in the photos, but they do have distinct stripes. I had never seen black tabbies before!
We leave food and water out and are very generous with the treats. We’ve been helping to get them all fixed too. Someone else around here also seems to be assisting with that, though I’ve not quite figured out who. If I can manage to get Mister in a carrier and get him in to be fixed, that will be a huge accomplishment. Slowly but surely, I guess. In the meantime, they come and go as they please, and you never know who is going to make an appearance on any given day. This was this morning’s swarm.
A classy setting for a classy gal
"Take me in, please. I need shelter."
Not my cat, but he heard the thunder from the storms rolling in here in Indiana near Louisville and was pawing at the door to get in and take shelter. Lol. Sweet guy.
These cats are not even pretending to be subtle anymore.
Rusty, the runaway cat
I ended up keeping him for a month before finding his owners on FB. I was heartbroken to hand him over, but I knew it was the right thing. Three months later, he came back, so I contacted his owners only to be told that they had moved over 300 miles away, so I knew I had to keep him. Since then, he’s been my best friend, and he’s happier than ever.
Visiting a friend
My cat and not my cat in my desk… The red one is mine, the white boy is almost mine.
He saw an opportunity, and he took it.
Got a delivery for a new mattress at my apartment today; this lil cutie snuck in while I let the guys in my apartment.
May every cat burglar be this adorable.
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