Federales -By Butch Catsidy

Today, while cruising north out of South Padre Island along Highway 77 minding my own business (of evading cat cops in my hidey hole), my staff slowed my getaway vehicle to a sudden stop. This was curious as I had not directed them to make any pit stops along this route.  All at once, my fur stood on end and my sphincter clenched, we were stopping to be inspected by the Border Patrol…and they had DOGs! Federale Dogs, just waiting to catch the shivery scent of a panicked criminal cat wanted for involuntary manclawter in Colorado!

 I froze in my hidey hole, willing my staff to play it cool. They pulled up to the sniffing Federale Dog. My little heart was pounding in my ribcage. Luckily, this Canine Federale gave Our Ramblin Van a cursory sniff and moved on to the next vehicle without a backward glance. He obviously had been duped by the coffee scent of my staff’s morning brew. My staff kept their cool and when asked, reported “No one else was in the back.” I once again congratulated myself on my staff management skills. We were waived though and sent on our way. Close call.

 Stay Stealthy,

 Butch Catsidy