We've seen the moment so many times in TV shows and movies: the cop or detective has been pouring their heart and soul into tracking down the bad guy, doing everything they can to stop them before they strike again. And then BAM! In the final act, just when we've given up hope, they get them and we all breathe a sigh of relief! The thief/murderer/kidnapper/Hannibal Lecter is locked up, and we can rest easy knowing justice has been served.
Well, real life isn't like TV or movies as we all know. Very rarely is a case wrapped up neat and pretty like it is on all those half-hour procedurals we watch. And sometimes, the wrong person is caught.
A recent Reddit thread asked the question, "Police Officers of Reddit what is your best 'I think we have the wrong person' story?" The answers are quite interesting and range from actual police offers to people who were mistaken for criminals. Scroll down to read about the most insane police mix-ups.
A very strange night...
I’ve got two, from twenty-five years ago when I was a cop, one on one side of the badge and one from the other.
The first, I got assigned a warrant service to pick up a wanted felon. Mr. Robertson was 6’ tall, 250 pounds, long red hair, bushy red beard, and lived at, let’s say, 123 Elm St. Pretty distinctive dude.
So I roll up to 123 Elm Street, and sure enough, there mowing his lawn in the front yard is the man himself, 6’, 250, red hair, red beard. I make contact with him, “Hey, Mr. Robertson? You got warrants and it’s time to go to jail."
Hook him up, take him to jail, and in central booking, I get his property off him and while filling out the inventory happen to notice this guy is Mr. Robinson, not Robertson.
Sure enough, the wanted guy was my guy’s landlord and his twin-brother-from-another-mother doppelgänger. When I’d said Robertson, Robinson didn’t even twig to the fact I hadn’t said his name, he just heard the similar sounding name as his own. We had to walk the whole thing back and reactivate the warrant, then kicked him loose with a handshake and an apology.
The one from the other side, I had just gotten off duty at 2 AM and was driving home still in uniform. There wasn’t any other traffic on the road, so I wasn’t really surprised when a police car turned in behind me and started following me. I figured he was trolling for drunks and I was the only thing moving on the road, so he was just going to follow me a little to observe my driving, and he’d realize pretty quick I was sober and peel off.
Instead, another patrol car joined him.
And another. And another.
Then all four lit me up, and spread out behind me, blocking the road in a full felony stop.
Well, this just got interesting.
They went through the whole procedure, and I carefully followed their instructions. When they finally got me out and saw my uniform, they just stopped for a few seconds while I was trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. Then three of the officers got in their cars, turned off their lights, and took off, while the original officer told me I could put my hands down and explained what was going on.
My car was a spot on match for the suspect vehicle in an armed robbery and shooting that had just occurred right up the road. I’d driven right by the scene before the cops even got there a few minutes before the officer in the next district spotted me and thought I was the suspect.
It was an interesting night.- 626c6f775f6d65
Two of my colleagues (murder squad detectives) attended custody to meet a defendant answering bail - when they arrived at the custody desk there were a couple of people hanging around, waiting for their solicitors - they told the custody Sargent they were there for (insert name) and he pointed one of the guys out.
They went up and introduced themselves and said that they would be questioning him at another station, so all three got in the car and headed off.
Whilst driving, they told the defendant what would be happening - on arrival he would be arrested on suspicion of attempted murder, questioned and either bailed or remanded. The guy was like "you've got to be joking, attempt murder? I was shoplifting!" - he was relatively calm, half laughing and shaking his head.
A short time later one of the officers got a call from the custody Sgt - their actual bail appointment had arrived. There were two defendants with the same name answering bail that day.
They apologized to the non-murderous shoplifter, turned the car around and headed back to bring the right person in for questioning. Keystone cops to the max.- smith_s2
Sorry, bro.Someone had stolen a car and I went to go check it out. I'm driving behind what I think is the car. It had the same color vehicle and same car and the mistake I made was not matching the license plates. I pulled them over, got out of the car and realized it was my friend with his family. I re-read the license plate and I noticed they were the same except for the last letter on the plate. The last letter on the stolen car was J. The last letter on my friends was I. I laughed it off and apologized and we went out to dinner later that night. -NoKarmaNoFarma
Oh for the love of God, I have a winner. A gas station called to report a "drive off" (not paying for gas).
Attendant went so far as to follow the car right to its driveway. The home was occupied by very well-known ne'er do wells.
Pretty much a slam dunk. Took the driver into custody. Went back to get written statements from gas station guy. Welp, turns out it was THREE gas station guys. Stooges, really.
First guy noted the lack of payment and told second guy to go get a look at the car.
Second guy didn't see the failure to pay, but he ran outside and observed *A* red car already on the street.
Third guy got in his car and followed *A* red car, but gathered no details from the previous two guys.
No continuity between any of them. Un-arrested the guy. We got nothing.-UFC_blackbelt
This ride along sounds pretty interesting.
It was a few years ago, roughly near the end of 2015. Dad (officer) and I were sitting in traffic on our way to get some lunch, he punched in the license plate in front of us and got a hit, the plates did not match the car, so he pulls them over and gets the story, the driver it turns out was a guy who apparently was out on a $10k bond.
And it was either because of the license plate not being on the right car (he only put it on his good car because he thought it was ok to do since his old one broke) or something else which caused him to be arrested. Either way, he was polite and respectful, as was everyone else involved, the entire ride to the dolly bay was just off though.
When we got inside and began processing, his name came up twice, both times with different bonds. Of the two different bonds, one was significantly higher, I'm talking ten times higher.
This was odd for a number of reasons according to pretty much everyone there, the most bizarre thing is that this person was in the system twice, same name, same address, same image, and same prints.
But nearly everything else was wrong, the crime was across the state and not on record, the version with the $100k bond had details such as tattoos that the guy my dad was processing didn't have, there were also details like scars and jewelry, tones and such which didn't match. As per protocol, they had to wait until someone from the state police could come and also verify the double entry, In that time the person who was being processed was being held in the station until the state police could sort it out.
I wasn't there for the rest of the story, but I did get some of the details when I went for another ridealong and had to wait with the administrator.
Turns out the guy my dad processed WAS the $100k bond guy, and somewhere down the line a clerk in the courts misfiled the two individuals. I'll admit that for the longest time, I expected to hear they had someone in the court system get paid to cover up for the 100K bond individual so they could escape.
Then again, I was often bored on ridealongs, stuck in an old crown vic most of the time and bored....still loved it though.- Lockerd
This one proves that lying just makes everything worse.
Traffic stop. Guy gave his name and had no ID on him... We ran it, came back as wanted for failure to appear at court. We arrested him.
Turns out he lied about his name, unfortunately, guessed the name of a wanted person. Turns out he was just uninsured on that vehicle.-Dintox
That'll teach you to never borrow your friend's car again! Kidding...
Brother in law's story. I'll call him Bill from here on out.
Bill gets a call to help question a car theft suspect. He's briefed with,
"We know he stole it because we found his things in the car and he admits driving it. He claims the car belongs to his friend and he was borrowing it but the owner reported it stolen and activated the lo jack which is how we found the car.
The car is a gray Saturn, who the fuck gets lo jack for a Saturn? He stole the car by making a copy of the key, owner has the original keys still. We just don't know how he made a copy of the key, looks legit maybe he knows someone at a dealership"
So Bill goes in and the guy is crying and swearing up and down he was borrowing the car. Bill gives the guys story a chance and calls the friend who "owned" the car.
Friend says he owns the car and is happy to come and show proof. Bill asks friend to go see if his car is where he left it. It is in fact parked where friend left it last.
At this point, Bill realized that however improbable what happened was the keys for Saturns cars have very limited uniqueness. In other words, one Saturn key will open many Saturns.
So the suspect (now innocent) borrowed the car from his friend. He walked out to the street and on that same street, there was an identical gray Saturn which just so happened to accept the same key profile as his friend's car.
His luck was even worse than that though because this particular Saturn had lo-jack installed.
The suspect was borrowing the car to buy Christmas presents. He was given a ride home by the police.-Livingonthevedge
That must've been one terrifying beanbag.My dads a cop and responded to a home intruder call. He and a few other officers clear the house and as they get to a loft they surround the "perp." A few seconds go by until one of them pushes the "perp" and realizes they aren't alive. It's not even a person. It was a beanbag chair and the lady just left her front door open. - ThouReaper
When you can't hear the sirens...Sorry, I’m late to the party. So last month we received information that a person driving a certain car with a certain license plate was transporting a lot of drugs and money through our city on a weekly basis. In reality it’s very difficult to find these people as they use multiple routes and our cameras don’t cover every road in and out. However, as luck would have it, my colleague and I sport a vehicle, same description and same licence plate speeding along. We turn on the lights, he doesn’t stop, Horns blaring, again, he doesn’t stop. So we get authorised to begin a pursuit. Soon, 2/3/4/5 Cars begin to join until there’s around 7 of us. This guy is sitting at around 60mph in a 30 and we’re fairly convinced that we may get this prolific drug dealer. Well, that was until he made a hard left into a housing estate and parked up.... we weren’t sure whether to approach or wait for a specialist team to come down in case of weapons. Before we could do anything, an 85 year old man gets out of the car and says he’s sorry for speeding. Turns out he didn’t actually hear our sirens, didn’t see us in the wing mirror and when he did see the sirens he didn’t think they were for him. To make matters worse, his licence plate was out from the suspects by one letter. -Hitchens97
A case of wrong place wrong time.
There had been a string of robberies (7 in 2 weeks) in my neighborhood, so everyone was on high alert. I was home by myself, and one of my dogs started puking, so I rushed to let him outside, forgetting my dad had set the alarm.
We had a silent alarm, so I had no clue it had been tripped, sending out a dispatch request to the local 5-0.
5 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I'm young, home alone by myself, and had been told to never answer the door if I was alone. So I didn't. They kept knocking.
Long story short (they broke the door down), they thought they had caught the burglars. Multiple cars, I vaguely remember there being a K-9 unit involved, and the police had their suspect; a 9-year-old girl, crying her eyes out.
I was not the group of thieves, who ended up being caught about a week later.-thetexangypsy
That's one way to never forget your social security number.In our family, we had a great uncle who tattooed his name and social security number to his shoulder. Apparently, he had the same name and birthday as another guy with a prison record and had kept hearing about it. It came in handy at least twice when he was pulled over and the cops started arresting him. Each time he got out because he had his social security as proof that he was innocent. -Merry_Pippins
A totally normal day.
Not a police officer but a "wrong person"
I was sitting in my apartment, girlfriend was in the shower, I heard knocking on the door and ignored it... heard a knock again, looked out the window, nothing... then came the cop knock. So I get up and open the door, two cops with guns drawn were hiding behind the door frames and asked me to put my hands up. I comply. They ask, "are you here with your girlfriend?" I am super confused but I say "yes," because I am.
They storm in and cuff me, about this time the girlfriend comes out of the shower, sees me handcuffed and is understandably pissed.
The whole time I am asking what is going on and saying I think there has been a mistake.
Then the cop points out the door to an old guy and asks "is this not your dad?" It wasn't and I said, "No, what is going on?"
The cops look at the old guy and he stumbles saying "uhhh. No. No, that is not my son."
The cops turned white. They were super embarrassed and they left quickly.
A couple hours later one of the cops comes back and apologizes, apparently that old dude got a phone call from his estranged son saying he had a gun and was going to shoot his girlfriend... don't know what came of that but it wasn't me and that dad apparently didn't even know where his son lived.
Then I went and got some tacos and a margarita.-Trail-Mix-a-Lot
This story is all sorts of stressful.
There is another man two years younger than me who shares my first and last name, exact same spelling. the only difference is the middle name.
Police were investigating a county trustee who was giving people housing assistance checks they didn't qualify for; they would cash the assistance and give the trustee a percentage back.
One of the civilians being investigated was the other guy. A plainclothes cop in an unmarked car shows up with a female holding a clipboard, identifies himself as a state trooper, and within five minutes is asking me for copies of my bank records. He's threatening to subpoena if I don't comply.
This isn't the first time I've been mistaken for him (I used to get his mail all the time) and I even asked if they were looking for me or the other guy, pointing out our different middle names.
I got really suspicious really fast (a high-pressure situation, demanding access to my financial records, threats of subpoenas and further legal action) so I started to doubt this was an actual police officer and was in fact just a scammer.
The badge he showed me was just a plastic square like my driver's license, further muddying the issue.
I told him I wanted to speak with the police and called dispatch; two uniformed officers showed up fifteen minutes later and confirmed the guy was an officer. The woman with him was some kind of auditor and records keeper. After a further 15 minutes of questions, the woman pulled the guy away and pointed out something on her phone.
Yep, they wanted the other guy.-drummer_San
This story could've gone very differently.
I was 16 and worked at a golf course mowing lawns and such. We got a call at home from the cops that said I'm a suspect in a hit and run accident because my plate #s were on the car that drove away without stopping.
The cops said the car was maroon colored; my car was gray. We told them and figured that was that.
The next day at work there was a minor accident. A dumbass coworker pulled a metal rake too hard and the rack holding it came down onto my forehead.
It wasn't a deep wound, but it bled A LOT. My boss took me to the ER to get my head super glued, and to be safe, took me home too. Thus my car stayed at the golf course.
That evening a cop comes by and finds me with a head wound and my car is missing. I look quite guilty. By sheer luck, the cop calls someone after talking to my parents and discovers they got the guy and the plate numbers were close.
I probably would've been arrested.-Username89054
Uh, well that's embarrassing.
I live in a small town in rural England, and we used to get some trainee's/ new police officers from the met there for their training.
Me and some of my friends were teenagers we were walking to the supermarket, because what else is there to do in a small town pre-internet? Suddenly from out of nowhere this police car comes screaming out of nowhere, sirens going and screeches to a halt in front of us.
A young guy, must have only been about five years or so older than us jumps out and starts giving us the whole hairdryer treatment.
He lines us up and starts taking our statements of what we had been up to in the last hour/gloating at us "You lads are in trouble now, criminal damage, trespass, theft. You have really screwed up!".
With him was the local bobby and he came up to each of us in turn after the younger guy had grilled us and said very jovially "Now don't worry lads, I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, we've had some reports of a break in.
You don't match the preliminary description, and I'm sure we'll get this cleared up when we get the more detailed description come through."
So the more detailed description comes through the radio and the young guy is wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen. The description didn't even remotely match, and honestly the young guy looked so disappointed we all ended up feeling sorry for him.
So yeah, that was probably quite embarrassing for him.-Rossioo Keep reading for even more crazy police mix-up stories.
Could a five-year-old really steal five grand?
I was a curious little kid. My father stopped at the local liquor store to grab a bottle of wine and I was poking around. The door to the office was unlocked and I wandered inside, sat in the chair and spun around a few times, got bored, wandered out.
A few days later my father gets a call from the police, and we go in. As the officer is speaking to us I proceed to spun around in the chair and pick up and look at everything on his desk.
After about a minute the officer says, "thank you for coming in. I see what happened. You can go."
Turned out the owner's teenage son stole a few grand from the store and tried to blame it on the handsy 5-year-old.-SpockShotFirst
Ummm, that could've been bad.
Once again, not a police officer. I was on the receiving end.
I'd been at a small bar listening to some live music with a friend. We leave a couple of hours later, and less than a mile from the bar I get pulled over. No big deal. I pull into a circular driveway and then I get scared. No fewer than 4 police cars surrounded us. Two behind and two in front.
They come to both sides and leave a number of officers at our windows while they run our licenses.
See, earlier, in between sets, a lady got on stage and warned any women there not to walk home or accept rides from strangers. Apparently, there had been a number of abductions and rapes in the area. My friend and I ignored it. We were not alone and we were not women.
Finally, the cops give us our identification back and tell us we matched the description of the rapists. Didn't say how they determined it wasn't us, but apologized and sent us on our way.
It wasn't until the next day we realized just how bad that could have been.-Alreadylostinterest
An actual nightmare.I remember when my son was 3 weeks old. Its 3 am and I'm laying down on the couch, the baby is in his rocker. Suddenly there is loud knocking on my door followed by "police." I thought for sure it was my friends coming back from the bar and they needed a place to crash, and they have done that police knock to me before. So I'm sitting there mad thinking 'don't they know I just had a kid', needless to say, I didn't answer the door, figured they could find somewhere else to crash. Next thing I know my door is kicked down, I grab the baby and run towards the door and 4 or 5 police officers run in. They search my house with flashlights, scared the crap out of my sleeping husband, my 5-year-old didn't wake up though lol. Turns out they had the wrong address. They apologized and a week later they installed a new door for me. -jilleebean7
Get it together, DMV!
Not a police officer, but the person they talked to. I had just finished a cooking class and my husband was waiting for me. It was 9:30 at night and the parking for the class was in a back alley.
Before we left, the officers turned on their lights and asked for identification and registration. They said, in their system, our plates were registered to a green vehicle (ours was white). They let us go on our way since the registration was all correct, but told us to talk to the DMV and get it cleared up.
The next day I went to the DMV and they said that the only car with those plates was our current vehicle.
Best we can figure is that we purchased this car in September and in August, our DMV had switched to a new computer system. So on the old system, was registered to our old vehicle. On the new system, they were registered to the new vehicle. And the police were still looking at the old system (this was in February, so 6 months after the switchover).
I have to wonder how many other people they had incorrect vehicle information on.-HellianofTroy
Never-ending confusion.Was on the receiving end. Went to the local sheriff's office to renew my CHL. Turn in my paperwork and wait in the waiting room in front of the window. Little while later an officer walks in and says "Mr. (name I didn't catch), we have reason to believe there's a warrant out for your arrest." I said, "I'm sorry, what name did you say?" "what's your last name?" "(Trollio)" ... Officer looks at girl behind the window Girl: "THAT'S MY CHL CUSTOMER!" Officer walks into room, him and gal walk away from the window talking. Officer walks back out to me. "I'm sorry, I was told the man in the tan pants in the waiting room" (I definitely matched that description). We laughed, he apologized some more and walked off. I finish up my business and walk to the elevator to leave. Doors open and guess who it is? Same officer. He apologized again and told me he had the wrong waiting room. Sheriff's office was in the basement, he was after the second-floor court waiting room. Good times. -Bungtrollio108
All this for some Netflix.
I was in high school and me and my three best friends were having a sleepover at one of their homes. We wanted to watch Netflix on the TV but did not have an HDMI cord. My friend's dad said he’d drive us to Walmart to get a cord, but her older sister said she would instead (kind of an important detail).
Anyways, we make a turn out of my friend’s neighborhood onto the main road and we see sirens behind us. So my friend’s sister pulled over.
When the sirens did not pass us we realized that we were being pulled over for some unknown reason. By the time we realized the PO was already at our window.
He had a really powerful voice and he yelled at my friend’s sister to “ROLL THE WINDOW DOWN. NOW." By this point, we are shaking and freaking out. As soon as she rolls the window down the PO shines his flashlight at all of us. He sees 5 terrified teenage girls.
Immediately he backs off. He asks for friend’s sister’s license. She hands it to him and I just remember how much she was shaking.
PO asks “do you know why I pulled you over?" Friend’s sister says “no sir. I honestly have no idea why." PO says “well it’s because of the way you came out of that neighborhood." Friends sister says “okay."
PO asks “are these your sisters?" (I think he’s backpedaling at this point because we are all clearly not sisters) he continues “well your car matched the description of another car so yes. Here is your license. Have a good night).
After we started driving again my friend's sister goes “I’m so glad my dad didn’t end up driving you!!"
And I honestly think about what might have happened if he was the one who drove us a lot.-deathkazoo
An exciting night for a farmer.
Am a police officer. While on an operation we had a driver of a vehicle meet a boat on a river where there was an exchange. Eventually, the driver gets spooked and takes off at high speed. We had aerial surveillance so we followed at a distance.
The driver takes us out to rural farming country. Eventually, the driver pulls into a driveway jumps out of his car throws something in the woods and then continues to flee on foot. So our team moves in to catch the driver. The aerial surveillance is calling out the location of the driver who outs now running in the woods.
So my partner and I are driving along one of the parallel roads to where the driver is running. It's pitch black out we are looking in the woods when we happen upon a guy on the edge of the woods....bingo we got our guy. We shine or lights on the guy....he freezes like a deer in the headlights.
We arrest him bringing him down to the ground and handcuffing him. I go to the radio we got him when I hear the aerial surveillance still giving the play by play of someone still running.
So we ask the guy who are you and why are you in the woods in the middle of the night... He says I'm a farmer and I just finished plowing the fields and now he was walking home...my partner and I are like.....ooh shit we are so sorry. We uncuffed him and apologize. We explain the situation.
He was totally cool about it. We gave him a ride home. He could hear what was going on in the radio and thought it was pretty cool. He thanked us for making his night exciting.-delroy13
When you're accidentally in the middle of all the action.We were at the scene of a house that had just been shot at and were in the process of getting everyone's statements and waiting for ID to come take pictures of the casings and holes in their house, when we hear more gunshots. These shots sounded pretty close probably just a few streets away. We all sprint to our cars and take off towards the sound splitting up. I see a car come barreling around the corner and I pull them over. I was still in FTO training so my FTO approached the passenger side and I approached the driver side. I had my hood down on my holster with my hand on my gun and said show me your hands, they complied and I got to the window and it was just a mom and her teen bug-eyed and asked what was happening. They just happened to be speeding around the corner, and they didn't even hear the gunshots. -EC10-32
How does this keep happening?
I work with a guy who has dealt with mistaken identity A LOT. He's from another state. There's a guy from that state with the same first and last name, and the same birthday.
He's been arrested multiple times because of warrants on the other guy, and he's had his wages garnished for child support THREE SEPARATE TIMES because of it.
He has no kids. Other guy apparently has a couple. A few months ago he had to take a week off of work to go back to court in his home state and prove again that he wasn't that guy.
All they ever had to do was check his middle name or his SSN.-THE_LANDLAWD
My dad got arrested in the '80s because some guy in the next town over with the same name, age, and car with a license plate that was only one digit off had a warrant.
It was funny because my dad is the biggest goody-2-shoes you will ever meet.-resting-orgasm-face
The call is coming from inside the house!
Obligatory not a police officer but my parents were out of town and my house was empty just my brother, my GF and I all asleep, around 3:30 AM we are all woken up to some pretty loud knocking, the kind of knock where you know they’re not just going to go away.
I run down the stairs to the front door to see police officers standing there, my immediate reaction was to yell for my brother “<insert name> what did you do now" to which he didn’t reply... he’s a heavy sleeper who I’ve seen sleep through smoke alarms going off (I couldn’t cook for shit when I was younger)
Anyway, I open the door and they say they’ve received a distress call from this address. Impossible we’ve all been asleep.
While they are asking my permission to enter our house, timidly eyeing all around me, my idiot brother comes barrelling down the stairs to the front door yelling “I swear I haven’t done anything this time" to which one cop grabs for his gun.
I was shitting myself repeatedly yelling “woah, that’s just my brother!"
Cop dude finally calmed down. My brother doesn’t end up riddled with bullets.
Don’t know if it was the wrong house or what happened, they asked if we had an old rotary phone/old phone lines because maybe that could have somehow given off a distress call to 911 who the fuck knows.
Still don’t know 10 years later why they even came to my parent's house.-HCkc1n
Those cops got played.
Not a cop but this is a great story about cops in my city.
A guy was arrested for a bar brawl and, while in the drunk tank, claimed he had information about where a local wanted murderer/drug dealer might be. The cops load the stranger into the back seat of a patrol car and, for the next 4 hours, drive this guy to different places all over the city where this thug they're looking for might be.
When all the tips this stranger in the back gives come up for naught, they drive him back to the apartment building he said he lives at. They let him out of the car and he runs into the building and disappears.
As the cops are about to drive away, they see a couple of young guys they had talked to a few days before while looking for the thug. The guys are laughing and pointing.
The cop driving pulls up to them and asks what's going on. One guy confirms if the cops were still looking for the criminal. When the cop says they are, the guy laughs and tells the cop that the guy they just let out of the car WAS the guy they're looking for.-CJShameless902
Not a cop but this happened to my family.
Our beloved family cat, Max, went missing for a few days, so my family put up posters offering a reward all over the neighborhood. We wound up receiving a phone call from a man who lived in a block of apartments at the bottom of the street saying that he could see the cat.
My parents went to investigate, and lo and behold, our poor cat was locked in some lady's apartment. She hadn't been seen for a few days.
My mum calls the RSPCA who inform her that they cannot break into the apartment to free the cat. They tell her to call the police.
So my mum calls the police to tell them that someone has stolen our cat and locked him up with no food or water. They tell her they'll see what they can do, and hang up.
About 20 minutes later my mum sees flashing blue lights all down the street. Then a knock on the door. She opens the door, and seven police cars - that's fourteen police officers - are parked outside.
The senior policeman introduces himself and says they're there about the missing person report for Master Maximus [Surname].
My mum burst out laughing that it was a cat. The cops were not amused.
Tldr; mum called the cops about our missing cat. Wires got crossed and fourteen officers turned up at our doorstep thinking a young boy had been kidnapped.
Edit: One younger cop was super frustrated by the farce, went and broke the woman's window and saved our cat. The cat was a bit traumatized but received a lot of love and was ok.-DrDiagnonsense