Feckless and Pre-Approved Cats were waking up with the sun Friday morning on Market Street. Feckless Cat stretched lazily and delicately licked his right paw.
"What's up today?" asked Pre-Approved Cat, laying on his side, yawning. "You seem so pleased with yourself this morning."
"Just thinking of how rich and good-looking I am. How there's always work for cats like us. How about we rip off another couple million dollars this afternoon?" said Feckless.
"Sure. We keep getting away with it," said Pre-Approved. "Still got our bonus coming, too. Real big. I must admit, I still don't get it. We rip Bank of the Next Guy off over and over again. Bonuses bigger every year."
"Don't get too comfy. It won't go on forever," said Feckless.
"Yeah. I know. But there's always government work," said Pre-Approved. "Pay's not as good, but we're sure qualified."
"We are," said Feckless.
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by lurene gisee
September 4, 2009
1st photo Sept. 2009 from SF SPCA site, cat adoption room, 2nd photo unidentified cat sleeping on the job.
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