Mounties, Pas de Problème pour le Félin Fugitif -By Butch Catsidy

BC here, coming to you from BC (that’s British Columbia for all you southerners). My encounter with the northern border patrol was much less stressful than my Federale Dog encounter on the way back from the southern border. The Mountie in charge of our border crossing, while kind of cranky with my staff, didn’t give a hoot about them harboring a feline fugitive at all, didn’t even ask to see my papers.  QU’EST-CE QUI SE PASSE AVEC ÇA eh?!? (What’s up with that, eh?)

The Canadians obviously have a lais·sez-faire attitude toward enforcement of American involuntary manclawter statutes on their incoming feline fugitives. I am so relaxed here that I can hardly keep my eyes open. My staff were all wigged out about bringing me over the border, now I think I may have over-managed them a bit for today’s encounter. I’ve been brushing up on my French-Canadian lingo so I could blend in with the locals, but so far, no one else is talking that way at all. Perhaps I over-managed myself? Such is the burden of the execative level.

All I know is that I am ready to chill out, because these Mounties have got nothing on a Federale Dog, pfft, no sweat at all. I am going to thoroughly enjoy my time in Canada. The Mounties are cat blind and scenery is pretty pawsome, so far so good.

 Restez au frais (Stay Chill),

 Butch Catsidy, Chat Criminal