Feckless Fluffs American Currency Reserves in Washington with Greedy Claws

Photo of unidentified cat, 2008.


After seeing the piles of stolen credit cards Pre-Approved Cat had managed to lift from San Francisco's finest restaurants, Feckless Cat just had to up-claw more cash somewhere, then brag about it to Pre-Approved Cat.

Both were criminals with no morals, decency or legal standards to their fur, but even in the criminal cat world, talent counted for something.

"How did you get into the White House, Feckless? I would think the cash up there is well guarded," said Pre-Approved Cat in stunned admiration.

"I got right through those Secret Service clowns with my maid outfit," said Feckless Cat. "Once in, I pretended to puff the pillows around bedtime for the elite. Remove flecks of dust from those fancy rugs with my paws. Everyone was pleased."

"Okay, but where'd you find all the money?" asked Pre-Approved.

"Under the mattresses...errr...I mean, in the Federal Reserve," said the criminal cat.




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PRE-APPROVED CAT LIFTS CREDIT AT ALL THE RIGHT TABLES IN SAN FRANCISCO

"PRE-APPROVED CAT...at your service"



It was one of the most exclusive dining clubs in San Francisco's Financial District.

"Even famed bankers need reservations two weeks in advance for Bix on Gold Street," Feckless the Cat said while counting laundered money one day.

But Pre-Approved Cat, San Francisco's most wanted financial criminal, was playing the tables Saturday night like only he could.

Pre-Approved, wearing a white apron, approached a couple of suited bankers eating a sauced, seared tuna.

"May I take your card, gentlemen?" said Pre-Approved.

"Yes, please," said one of the men.

That's all there was too it. Pre-Approved Cat wandered from club to club, restaurant to restaurant, hotel to hotel behind servers in wait staff attire, getting permission to take credit cards. Theft was never so easy for Pre-Approved Cat.

The glitzy tag seemed to help, of course. "PRE-APPROVED CAT...at your service."


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