Security computers whirled running a recognition algorithm. The M on the forehead. Body stripes; the classic markings of a Mackerel Tabby. This predator had been to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on many occasions; most often at night. Today the Face of Everyman had an opportunity to address the uninvited trespasser. He learned that the cat had lost his bell and missed the tinkle. The venerable sage offered to get one online and have it delivered by drone. The sad faced, un-named feline continued his search.