Not-Our-Cat

The last known sighting of Not-Our-Cat, AKA Mr. Pickles. He has not been seen for two days. The Crows are silent as to his where abouts. The songbirds fear foul play. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa will not be the same without him. the Face of Everyman was sure he would show up soon.

Flash

Father Robin (the circuit rider preacher) always tried to make a dramatic entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He thought it increased the Sunday turn-out, more confessions and the size of the tithe. the Face of Everyman thought it stole some of his own Thunder.

Spring

Henrettia’s almanac said it was the first day of Spring. She searched the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for new blossoms of any kind. She was loathed to ask, “Mr. Smarty Pants,” the Face of Everyman.

Spring

It seemed a sure sign of Spring in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as the denizens began pairing up. the Face of Everyman made note in the guest register: Birds noted kissing.

Huntress

Boots, a House Cat by day and a Huntress by night. She flaunted the “no hunting rule” that covered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sprawling acreage. Most evenings the Face of Everyman tried to ignore her. There was still a chance that a Coyote would chase her down.