Because of another one of these inexorably long three day weekends Tula’ the cat made sure that Security did not lower their standards. The very lives of the guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa depended upon her watchfulness. Her sharp glance, caught on camera, was meant for the Face of Everyman; once again caught napping.
In a brief respite between rain showers Tula’ the cat toured the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to check on the wellness of the songbirds. the Face of Everyman bridled under the oversight. His Tweets did not refer to her by name but the inference was not lost on his readers.
Panther was on prowl; her day pass had expired and she was now persona non grata within the vast estate of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had ordered the collar with bell from Amazon Prime but it was temporarily on back order. Nothing else to do but sound the alarm and have all guests shelter in place.
Panther was back. This time she tried slipping thru the visitor’s gate. She paid the two bit coin fee for visiting during feeding time at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was a well trained Docent that actually sounded the alarm. the Face of Everyman napped thru the entire red alert emergency. But he had ordered a collar with bell from Amazon.
Recidivism is high among cats. After a short bail hearing Panther was right back to her old tricks. One more citation and she’ll be banned for life from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had proposed electroconvulsive therapy. Management agreed to look into matter. After all, this was a U.N. Sanctuary.
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.
Recent events suggested that the Face of Everyman was losing control of his hands on management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Tula’, the manor house cat, came down to inspect the grounds and look for breaches of policy. She shared her laundry list of required remedial action with the venerable sage and Corporate Management
Panther was sure that if she waited at the end of the buffet line a sweet Sparrow would drop into her mouth. The alarm bells had started ringing as soon as she crossed the magical perimeter of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew she was an unrepentant semi-feral cat. He had ordered her a bell on a bejeweled necklace but was at a loss as to how to slip it on.
Each morning the Lady of the Manor would descend the hill and tour the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She came armed with a spiritual rod decorated with symbols to ward off attacks from Coyotes and to protect her cat Tula’. the Face of Everyman gave her a verbal report of security intrusions during past 24 hours. As usual he had slept soundly thru the night and based his report on a quick review of infrared images. The cat made no comment.