Jokes from the Closet! the Traditional Thief!

Old time traditional thieves were quite lovable. You may strongly disagree with this rather bizarre view. But it is likely you may change your opinion once you know about them in some of the old time jokes.

Traditional thieves normally prowl in the nights'"mostly black moon dark ones'"looking for a door left open by chance or any opportunity to sneak into a house unnoticed. They used to be very loyal to their nocturnal profession.

They never did or meant any harm the members of the houses they burgled. They hardly used force leaving it all to the dark night, the opportunities and the luck.

Some of them were very hard working. They dig a tunnel outside the house leading right below the clay floor of the main room. A good loot was the objective, but they did not get dejected if the hard work ended up into just nothing.

One dark night one good old thief found a way to get in when the household members were taking dinner in the kitchen. He got under a bed and patiently waited.
That room happened to be the study room. After finishing dinner the young occupant settled on the bed and got immersed in books and notebooks.
The thief waited and waited hoping for the light to go off. In between he dozed off and suddenly woke up finding to his dismay the light still on.
The night was fast approaching the wee hours now. His dismay slowly turned to irritation and eventually to terrible anger.
He came out from under the bed and stood indignantly before the dazed boy. The thief slapped him very hard on his left cheek and vented out, '˜You little crook! Messed up your full year and now trying to mug up everything! You ungrateful idiot! Care nothing for your poor parents?'
And he stormed out opening the main door.

Another dark night another traditional thief got in through the hard way. By devoting long hours digging a tunnel. All the members were asleep by the time he broke through.
It was pitch dark inside and the thief gleefully got into his business. He was taking absolute care nothing went amiss.
But luck was not with him. He hit something and a utensil fell to the floor clanging. The thief crouched and waited.
The head of the household called out '˜Who is there?' The clever house breaker answered, '˜Mee -- .wow! Mew -- mew!'
Everything fell silent. Lauding himself for this extraordinary common sense and exquisite mimicry the thief hurried to finish his operation.
But the poor fellow made another terrible noise. The same sequence followed and there was silence again.
He cursed his luck making the same mistake for the third time. '˜Who is there?' the householder called out again. This time the thief got very angry justifying it as his righteous indignation. He shouted out too, '˜Hey...you colossal nincompoop! You do not understand! How many times do I have to tell you? It is me -- damn it -- the cat!'