Fat Kats

The air of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was thick with the smells of Cuban cigars and single malt scotch as the Fat Kats held their annual strategy meeting.  Of course, out of courtesy the Face of Everyman was invited to join and contribute to the merriment and brain storming.  He always declined citing liver problems.  By sundown they adjourned, but their drunken squabbling continued in nearby conifers.