There’s quite a few stories like this! My favorite is the one where the lady has a lost and found clothesline 
My cat likes to bring her toys to my bedroom door when she gets lonely. Or the puppy’s toys.
Cats are so funny. That was a good story. My mom’s cat used to love pens. One day when my mom had to move her sofa, there were about 30 pens underneath. 
One of our other cats loved hair ponytail elastics. I guess they make good toys! She’d hoard them.
I used to have a cat that was obsessed with the plastic rings off milk jugs.
When I finally moved and the movers lifted a heavy cabinet, there were dozens tucked underneath it. The movers had a good laugh about it and I questioned my housekeeping skills. 
Bonnie my little ferocious Siamese (RIP) loved to steal money. You could not leave any paper money around because she would take it and hide it after batting it around for a bit. I remember one time I had a $20 bill which was all the money I had at the time. I got it out of my pocket and put it on my dresser and when I returned home the next day it was gone. I looked all over and was so upset because all I had left at that point to get gas and food with was my penny jar. Gas stn attendant was not happy with me when I dumped all my pennies on her. A year later, I was spring-cleaning the house and decided to pull out the kitchen table that was backed up against the wall with all my plastic file drawers and containers under it and I saw this large dust bunny. When I picked it up and brushed it off, there was my $20. I knew right then who put it there. And she even had the nerve to try to jump on the table and take it again.
Maybe this is what happened to my long lost Balega sock.
Lose one of the super cheap hanes socks? Nooooo. Gotta lose the $12 a pair super comfy ones. Dammit!
I had a top shallow drawer in the bathroom by the sink I used for socks.
My cat used to try to take a shower with me, I had to sneak into it and close the door before she could run in there or pick her up and put her out, or I would end up with a wet cat that needed drying, which she liked.
Every morning after she was banned from the shower she would get up by the sink, open the sock drawer and hook one by one socks out of there, looked them over and then dropped them on the floor on a pile, then lose interest in socks once drawer was empty.
She was quirky but oh such a wonderful, sweet cat that lived to have a human lap or shoulder to snooze in the evenings, the high of her days.
Ella is part ferret! She has stolen a memory key, a continuous number of pens, clothespins, twisters, plant ties, keys, plastic spoons, elastics, disposable razors and wooden spoons. I’m sure there are other things she would steal but she just hasn’t had the chance or thought of it yet!
Ella is just waiting for the opportune time to seize something else. They’re tricky that way. 
She’s planning, though.
I had a big wooden roll top/hutch that had just enough room at the bottom to get every single mousy, jingle ball, rubber ball, wiffle ball, rolled up foil wrap ball, clothespin and pen under it.
Then she would lay down and put her whole leg/paw under it to try and get the toys back out. She would cry until I gave in and retrieved them. The roll top was too heavy to lift or move by myself so I got a long plant stake, got down on my belly and fished them out one at a time.
Well Ella thought it was xmas and was so excited and happy that I thought it was worth the effort. Until I got up the next morning and saw that she had batted them all back under it.
I sold the roll top.
Plastic bread clips! 
Why was I not surprised when it was a Siamese?
Growing up, we had a Siamese who did get socks out of a laundry basket…then eat them. We all swore that colored socks must be flavored, because he really went for those. He also had a thing for knit sweaters, whatever the blend. I had a ton of 3/4 sleeve sweaters that had formerly been long sleeved. He would open a closet door and pull them off a hanger. Or eat the cuffs while it was on a hanger. Gloves and hats were another target.
If anyone complained out finding their clothes had holes in them, my father would emphatically state it was not the cat’s fault. The cat could do no wrong. Nevermind that the little bastard would open doors or pull things out of drawers if there was nothing handy.
He actually ATE the stuff. He never had any sort of bowl issues, never threw it up as a hairball. He digested the stuff.
My current pair of Meezers carry toys all over. One of the two was a chewer when she was younger, mostly organza type stuff. I’ve got some horse show ribbons that are worse for her attention. The worst was when she chewed my window shears…hanging on the window! I tried the hot pepper spray for horses, that didn’t bother her. Some years later I realized that if she like pepperoni, pepper spray wasn’t a big deal for her.
Oh you haven’t lived til you come home to find that SOMEone ate a nice pair of cashmere socks (they were a gift) and had thrown them up. They were dark green so you can only imagine what THAT looked like. And the in the litter box - dark green and fuzzy. 
That was the bizarre thing with Smedley. He rarely threw up, didn’t poop anything funky, it just disappeared.
Ella was and still is a chewer. Her choice of a chew toy is anything wooden, not good when all of your furniture is wood. I bought her popsicle sticks and she likes those better than the furniture because they’re soft. Meanwhile any wooden furniture with corners, the corners are chewed lightly.
I bought my friend one of those big wooden panels with a cute saying on it for xmas one year. I made the mistake of not putting it in the closet and woke up to toothmarks on one corner of it. My friend thinks it adds class and personality to her gift!
First 6, now 5(miss you Beaner!) cats and Ella is the only female. The 4 boys cause very little upset and Ella is the trouble maker.
