In Gresham, OR, just east of Portland, a guy broke into a home along with his cat, Spaghetti. Ryan Bishop went straight for the gold, pulling clean clothes out of the dryer and donning. . .a Christmas onesie. He also dressed his cat in a dog shirt. He then made coffee and helped himself to some cupcakes before hiding himself in the crawlspace, where cops found him. You just can’t make this shit up.
A guy broke into his cat? Yeah - that’s pretty goofy.
Sorry - I couldn’t resist.
Apparently, the cat’s the brains of the outfit.
Luckily Spaghetti doesn’t have to worry about sharing a cell with Bo–Bo wasn’t charged.
The article says the cat was stolen, but they were able to find the owner and he’s back home now. Don’t blame a poor innocent cat for the actions of some psycho meth head…
Meth is a hell of a drug.
That’s a brilliant headline!
^ Apparently, the dog’s the brains of the outfit.
That woman is only 46 years old??? Must have lived a damn tough life!
Correction: the homeowner is taking care of the cat and is using social media to try to locate the owner.
The local news reporter said that the cop he interviewed commented that “The cat was clearly the brains of the operation.”
Gresham: too weird for Portland.
This had me crying from laughing just now.
(Channeling Carnac): Whisky, a gun, a rattlesnake, and uranium.
Hmm. At any rate, this page says the cat is “safely home” as of a few days ago.
In my neck of the woods, three criminal masterminds apparently took the phrase “let’s go rob a house” the wrong way. They tried to steal a house (well, a shed) by dragging it down the road behind their pickup. Surprising no one, it turns out meth was involved. 3 men in Maine allegedly tried to steal a shed by dragging it behind their pickup truck
Welcome to meth. 
The ex-owner is now Arthur “No Sheds” Jackson.
NM.
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