
A somber delegation arrived at Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to discuss the berry content of suet feeders. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard as he had not prepared for this impromptu visit. He couldn’t just ignore them.

What was this world coming to? Nobody seemed to want that chunk of pasta stuck to the nose of the Face of Everyman. He would lose face if he asked help from one of these small creatures who inhabited the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Venerable Sage decided to let Fate have a hand in solving this problem as he drifted off to sleep.

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.