Yes, our apartment was robbed. Someone broke the bathroom window, climbed in, stole our laptops, and exited through the backdoor.
They could have taken the television, video game system, and my monitor, but didn’t. They could have left the door open and our kitten could have run away, but they didn’t, and he didn’t. The police, detectives, and insurance people have thus far all been very friendly, and very smitten with Mr. Hammers.
Live in New York long enough and this is going to happen sometime. Elaine and I mostly feel fundamentally blessed that it was as easy as this.
This is one of my worst nightmares. It’s one thing to have someone steal your things and violate you in that way, it’s an entirely different thing if you lose your pet, or your pet comes to harm in such an incident.
I’m so glad we live in a fifth floor walk-up, because if Gemma ever got out of the apartment, she’d have a hell of a time figuring out how to navigate the endless stairs to actually escape.
So, yeah, I’m glad it turned out like it did, Sam.
3 months ago