Several years ago, our home was violated and our belongings either rummaged through or taken by a stranger. Now, I tend toward the paranoid side of the spectrum in the first place, this little event means now I don't even like door-to-door sales people to touch my house, or yard, or mailbox . . . come to think of it, why don'tcha just stay on the other side of the road and walk real quick past my house.
Like a lot of folks who run towards the recently robbed/overly-paranoid, we invested in a home alarm system with 24-hour a day monitoring. (You should know that although I don't tend towards neatness, when the guy was drilling holes in my house to install the system, Phenom says I followed him around with the vacuum and immediately sucked up the mess he made . . . I have no recollection of this.) We have window sensors, door sensors, room motion detectors, key pads with secret codes, and even a remote.
Friday, while I was on the phone in my office, ESK mouthed to me that the call on the other line was our security company reporting our alarm going off. The nice lady told me that her computer was showing a motion detector was activated in a room we keep closed off to the furry things. So, I said I'd meet the police at my house. We went room to room, including the room showing movement. Nothing. The police officer suspected perhaps a spider had gotten into the sensor.
Two hours later, the same sensor was setting off the alarm again. I declined the police that time and returned home. I went into the room with the bad sensor, and out shot one of the cats. Apparently, he'd snuck in early in the morning as Phenom was preparing for work, and had been locked in the room all day. He hid when the police officer was in the house.
Hopefully, we all learned something that day. The cat to stay out of rooms he's not allowed into. . . Phenom and me to do a head count before leaving the house and engaging the alarm.
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