
the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. The hot breath of POGO was blowing right on him. Apparently, the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

Silvester was on a mission. He was searching the vast jungles of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somewhere there was a Ground Hog that owed him a better reading than he gave yesterday to the Press Corps. Both he and the Face of Everyman didn’t like the prospect of six more weeks of Winter. This cat wanted a better outcome.