Cat Breeders - Scammer Douglas RoysterCat Breeders - Scammer AKA Douglas Royster * The police and FBI have said it is not enough loss in money to move on prosecuting this man! People - HEADS UP - Do your background checks! 2012 update: January - real estate scam: 1. First person shared he was scamming them on a real estate purchase and provided the following facts of Douglas Royster: He has a record in Orlando, FL. He lives in Griffin, GA now according to his facebook page. I have attached a copy here. I can't seem to get back to it, but I printed it in pdf. The real estate fraud took place in DeKalb County, GA. ... I recognize him from his picture. Also, I have attached the result of searching his cell phone number. It brings up a report from a furniture company (see 2011 scam below to furniture person contacting me). There is a supposed reply from an attorney, but when you read it, you will realize that no attorney could have written it. ... is threatening. *For a pdf picture of him contact TI via the form below that you may know it is the same person possibly trying to scam you now... 2. 2011 update: Three individuals contacted me after finding this page to share Douglas Royster in the Georgia area samming people on real estate, furniture, and other goods.: 1. First person shared he was scamming them on a real estate purchase, money down, bad check2. Second person shared he was scamming them on furniture purchase, bad check3. Third person shared he was an African American man scamming people at his place of business with lies June 2008 The following Cat Breeder contacted me after doing a search on "Douglas Royster" finding my web page on him. Section I : A summary from the Cat Breeder... The first time I heard from “Mr. Royster,” he said in several emails that he was coming to my house to meet my cats, pick up one young cat that was ready to go, and leave a deposit for two other kittens. Despite promising to visit on several very specific dates, he never showed up for any of them. As you can read in the emails from April to May of 2007, I was becoming increasingly irritated (and sarcastic) with him as he broke promise after promise, and never appeared at my doorstep. He never sent a deposit of course, and stopped writing after he told me he’d had a car wreck and had not kept his appointment with me because of that. It was obvious to me over a year ago that there was something wrong with him, and that he was lying about things; I had just forgotten the details of our communications. So when he got back in touch with me earlier this month, I was caught off guard. A couple of weeks ago, he contacted me by phone. I saw the name on my caller ID (what appeared was Douglas Royster 404 643-3085), but wasn’t sure that we had communicated before until well into the conversation. He was friendly and disarming. When I said to him that his name sounded familiar, he said yes, yes, he had contacted me before, but he was definitely ready to get a cat or a kitten now. He said something had come up when we last communicated, and he wasn’t ready then, but he was now. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say. I sincerely wish that I had given into that nagging feeling that this guy needed to be investigated, and wish I had gone back and looked up those old emails. If I had, I would not have wasted my time this weekend, spending six hours (and a fair amount for gas) on the road to meet a person who wasn’t a legitimate buyer; but he was just that convincing on the phone. His enthusiasm was infectious, and he was a pleasure to talk to, so he did not set off any of my alarms. He told me, during some of our many conversations, that he was single and he lived alone. He said his sister was a veterinarian, and he asked me many questions about my cats. He wanted two kittens (or cats) so that they could be companions for each other, and he seemed very excited when I told him about the cats that I had. He asked me for details about the cats, their health, their personalities, etc. He asked to see pictures of all of them. He agreed to my prices, but balked at the idea of driving four hours one way to come pick them up. He asked if I would like to put them on a plane. I said that I would not ship the cats, but I would be agreeable to meeting him halfway, since we did not live that far apart. He gave me his address (505 Allison Street, Stockbridge, GA 30281) so that I could plug it in to Mapquest and find a good halfway point. (Please make note of the fact that this is not the same address that he gave me back in April of last year.) When I told him that I would like to meet at a Cracker Barrel in Anniston, AL (which was exactly halfway), he was very excited, and said that he loved Cracker barrel, and he ate there every week. It should be noted that I found this somewhat unexpected, because I almost always saw only Caucasian patrons there, and I was under the very strong impression that he was African American; but I was happy that there were exceptions to every rule, and I was genuinely excited that I would have my first African American customer. In fact, I even commented to my husband that I wondered why I had not had one before now. Anyway, “Douglas” seemed to want to meet early in the day, and despite the fact that I explained I was not a morning person, we agreed on 9am. He said he would probably leave much earlier than he needed to, and would fill the time with reading a newspaper until I got there. I left in the morning with time to spare myself, but got lost for about fifteen minutes, and did not arrive at our meeting point until about 10 minutes after 9:00. Certain that he would have been waiting for me, and not knowing what he looked like, I had him paged twice. He did not respond. Finally, at about 15-20 minutes after 9:00, I called him (the number he gave was apparently a cell phone), and said he he’d been off to a late start, and he would be there in 25 minutes, and he’d be driving a white Mercedes 300. He did not answer the phone after that. Eventually, I left at 11:00, two hours after our agreed meeting time. I left a message telling him that I was worried that he’d been in a wreck or something, but I could not wait any longer. He never returned my messages. After I got home, I was curious and concerned about what had happened to him. I put the address he gave me in to a reverse lookup on www.whitepages.com to see if I could find his home number to check to see if he was still alive. The listing for that address came back as “Isaac and Chandra Anderson,” and the number was 770 507-2970. It was apparently Chandra who answered the phone. I asked to speak with “Douglas,” and she said “just a minute,” and handed him the phone. I identified myself to the man who answered, reminding him that we were to have met yesterday in Anniston, AL for him to buy my cats. It was the same voice as “Douglas Royster’s,” but this time, he denied knowing who I was, and said his last name was Anderson. Then there was silence, and I assumed he hung up on me. I spent the next hour contemplating would I would do next, and searching for information about him on the internet. It was then that I found your website. Armed with more information this time, I decided to confront him again. So I called back, using a calling card to conceal the origin of my call so they would be more likely to answer the phone. His wife answered again, and demanded to know the first and last name of the person I wanted. This time, she said that no “Douglas” lived there. When I asked to speak with Isaac Anderson, she said that that was he husband’s name, but he didn’t like cats, and she was allergic to them. Unable to resist, I then asked if they liked poodles. She said no, they didn’t like any animals, and that it was just the two of them and their two-month-old child who lived there. She insisted that I had the wrong person. Then she became fairly angry that I had bothered them in the first place, and refused to hear anything more that I had to say, and also refusing, of course, to put Douglas/Isaac back on the phone. An editorial note here: Douglas seemed to be a perfectly acceptable way to refer to her husband on the first call (she did not say “wrong number,” but instead, handed him the phone), but suddenly her husband was not “Douglas” the second time I called. That’s interesting, to say the least. What’s also interesting is that “Douglas” and Isaac had the same voice. So there you have it—the details of our contact, and a nearly word-for-word transcript of our last few phone calls. You have my permission to use this information ... Section II Actual emails can be requested to be read by contacting Tes Ingebritson, given permission to share them by the Cat Breeder. |
