Pest

Not Our Cat was becoming a pain in the neck. His presence prevented the songbirds from their daily habits of eating and bathing. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would lose its triple A rating if this kept up. the Face of Everyman was considering calling ICE but thought better of it. Maybe calling the Animal Shelter for Feral Cats was a better idea.

Roadkill?

The image is grainy, but forensics declared it most likely a Rat caught by Lil’ Pogo. That was one less to seek refuge in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased.

Returns

This wasn’t the homecoming Elizbeth was expecting. The tide was out; the pumps had stopped. Was her Montetorkie school still standing? She asked the Face of Everman if her old job was still available. The school board was awaiting the outcome of the Midterms. Was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa ever going to return to its previous glory?

Olympics?

Can you believe these guys? They want to Winter over as part of the Bobsled team. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hadn’t ever won a medal in anything. the Face of Everman wasn’t sure he had the patience to train these warm weather newbies. Can they be victorious? Will there be snow? NOAA says slim chance.