My kitties are fine. The only thing stolen (so far as I can tell) was my husband's beautiful new iBook. Sorry, picoland. Too, they ruined a window: cut the screen and screwed up the track.
But they rifled through my things - they touched them, and they were in my house. MY house. MY space. MY little supposed safe haven.
I hate hate hate that I thought I had it together, then almost burst into tears when the operator asked me my address, etc.