We had a neighbour like that when I was growing up. Footballs that landed in their yard were scooped up and never returned. They wouldn't listen to the parents on the street when they asked that the balls be returned.
My dad had a way of dealing with the bad neighbours. He'd watch and wait till they let their cat out and then he would let the family dog out, which in turned chased the darned cat up a tree. It finally got to a point where the neighbours got tired of seeing thier cat get chased and returned the footballs. Dad would just grin and laugh when het let the dog out.
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