Bit of a scary morning. Woke up around 5:45 to a strange noise in the living room. I woke Kitten up and asked if she had heard anything, and she admonished me for trying to scare her, but I wasn’t kidding in this case.
I opened the bedroom door to see a man in my living room, bent over the coffee table with his hands on my laptop. I shouted at him, and he ran for the front door, tipping over the coffee table in the process and attempting to scoop Kitten’s purse off the living room floor. He lost his grip on the purse, spilling the contents onto the stairway, and I chased him downstairs and across the apartment courtyard before he escaped.
I called the police as soon as I returned to the apartment, and while making the report Kitten discovered that her iPhone had been stolen. Her tracking software indicated that it was somewhere in the vicinity of the building directly south of mine, but the police were unable to recover it.
After providing the officers with a description of the intruder, filing the necessary reports and unsuccessfully attempting to identify him using in a photo lineup, Kitten and I went out to breakfast. I felt guilty about the situation, because she had originally intended to go home last night but I had asked her to stay. If she had gone home, the break-in likely wouldn’t have been prevented, but at least she wouldn’t have lost her iPhone.
She assured me that it wasn’t my fault and that she wasn’t upset with me over the situation, and we made plans to get together later in the day. I returned home, but couldn’t relax at all - just the thought of a stranger being in my apartment, uninvited, was creeping me out.
I got a call from Kitten a few hours later, telling me that her phone had been turned back on and asking me to trace the location, as she was at work and didn’t have a computer available. With the last known location pinpointed, I contacted the police and made arrangements to meet the investigating officers nearby.
Kitten’s iPhone was recovered stashed in an alleyway, stuffed into a decaying armchair with objects piled on top. The officer told me that she had stopped a well-known transient who fit the description I had given, and stated that he seemed nervous and agitated as she spoke with him. She thought it was quite coincidental that the phone was able to be located shortly after she had spoken with the suspect, and hypothesized that their conversation had spooked him and he had ditched the phone.
I stopped in to see Kitten at work and fill her in on the details. She was relieved to have her iPhone back, and hugged me tightly as she thanked me for recovering it. The good news was short-lived, however, when she received a phone call shortly after, indicating that she would be forced to work a double shift due to another employee calling out for the day.
I drove back to her place and picked up her laptop and textbook so she could remain productive throughout the afternoon, and then came back home to clean up the mess from this morning. I’m still unsettled by everything that occurred, but the locks have been changed and no permanent damage was done, and we were lucky enough to get back what was taken.
I’ve got a few hours to kill until Kitten is finished with work for the day. I think I’ll take a nap.