I moved to a small town a year ago. Before moving read the statistics of the police, the place is safe, but there are intrusions into the houses, more hooligan character from a series of teenagers went into the garage and smoked grass. On one of the first nights in the removed house, there is a thunder, it is immediately clear that someone came in and jokes! I tap 911 and hold my finger on the call button. The man cries, who is there? So go out! And this is our sweet cat, went into the boxes and grumbled strongly with them. Maine Coon is here. Here and today, for every chance, I called 911, but did not call, the house in the cave, the basement, or little. And this cat opened up the cabinets for himself not only in the portable, but also in the literal sense. I learned, goat, to open doors and knock on them.