"Alfred" (his current alias) is a kleptomaniac. He has had many names and has lived many years. He claims to have been born of an accused witch during the Salem hysteria of the late 17th century. Despite his supposed age, he doesn't look a day over 100 years old! He is surprisingly spry, supernaturally so, for a man of his maturity. However, he is not as agile as he once was.In his heyday, in certain circles, Alfred was renowned as a prodigal porch-climbing picklock, graduating to third-story thief, and high-rise hacker as time trekked along. He lived the highlife of a lowlife; indulging in money, fame, drugs, booze, women. . . . Alas, he has retired from these high-stakes pursuits in favor of a quieter, more obscure life; not totally due to inability mind you.Over the decades, this elderly thief has become a catnapper in both senses of the designation. He has taken to stealing kittens as well as frequent, narcoleptic naps. As per his occult bloodline, Alfred can see, hear, and feel all that his furry familiars can when he closes his eyes. He also has a knack for training small birds (who live in his hat) as bait and, with tongue in cheek, names each of them Catfish. His current lure is Catfish #236."Mmmeow!"Scratch that, #237.The old man believes he has been cursed and blessed with 9 lives which are subtracted or replenished with each pilfered cat. He longs for his final dirt nap yet cannot resist his compulsion to, ahem, five-finger felines.In and out of mental institutions ever since "loony bin" was acceptable parlance, this old coot is as good at breaking out as he is at breaking in. After each escape, he always lands on his arthritic feet and manages to eke out a living with his still nimble, sticky fingers. Because of and despite his reputation (and perhaps due to the unassuming allure of senile dementia), Alfred is generally considered a gentle sage, and even revered as aby some . . . in certain circles.Zoom in!(Inspired by an old photo - Cat Burglar ref