Randolf knew he must be ready for his action after the mid-terms. He chose his diet carefully. There were still greens to be had in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman put away his Moon chart and opened The Old Farmer’s Almanac.
Security Forces scrambled to ID this intruder. Was it Panther or some other feral being? Warm, dry nights brought out ever rover in the neighborhood. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was an obvious destination. the Face of Everyman knew their nature but warned against hunting in a World Heritage Site.
Ginger turned to see if she was being observed. She worried that these secret therapy sessions with the Face of Everyman could make her the laughingstock of the feline community here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, everyone knew that cats didn’t care what you thought of them.
Everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wished Loopy better luck next year. the Face of Everyman recommended an antler specialist incase this condition was chronic.
the Face of Everyman awoke to the familiar smell of petrichor. He could never get used to that earthy odor. He knew that all’s well in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
A little intimidation gets you next in line at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman turned a blind eye to some of this behavior.
Doggedly the Face of Everyman scrolled through the past week’s footage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He hoped to find an unfamiliar face. Alas and alack images were of the same old crowd. Where were the Cedar Waxwings, the Scrub Jay, or the Steller’s Jay? Had the Crows made the neighborhood too tough?
The Bon Voyage Party was an overwhelming success except Rodney overslept and missed the train. Now alone without friends he must eek his way home to Winter quarters. He could not remain in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He asked the Face of Everyman if he could point which way was south.
A File photo of Not-Our-Cat is posted in lieu of a current shot. His return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was unheralded. He just reappeared to be fed as usual. Only the Face of Everyman was not surprised.
Many a campfire ghost story is built around this creature. Even the Face of Everyman has yet to identify the image seen here. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa maintains a small museum and gift shop devoted to such anomalies.
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