I remember when my home got broken into, I was a child and had just bought the true OG PlayStation (t'was late 1999 or early 2000, I was 8 at the time) and had a crapload of games.
We found them all nicely lined up on my parents bed, ready to be taken away along with the console and some jewelry.
They probably got spooked by someone and bailed. After a thorough check nothing was missing.
My cat though. them scumbags must have done something to him, as he was fucking terrified and for his entire life he kept hiding when someone that wasn't me or my parents rang the doorbell.