Picking thru leftovers hardly seemed worth the effort. The day after Thanksgiving in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was quiet. the Face of Everyman was still full from yesterday’s sumptuous repast.
Bambi’s Aunt found no shame in gobbling up bird seed meant for the hungry songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman cursed his poor timing for feeding.
The Crow Family always liked having their picture taken. Seen above pausing between mouthfuls of seed provided by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman appreciated good tenants.
Bently was assigned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa search and rescue team. Tornado destruction was his specialty. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure how that big guy could rescue anything.
Not-Our-Cat poses for a photo celebrating his return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. All this meant to the Face of Everyman was one more mouth to feed.
Without a care in the world, Boots walks confidently from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wished that they could swap roles. He was sure that being a cat was easy peasy, lemon easy and Bob’s your uncle. Or, so to speak.
The cries for help seemed to come from everywhere. the Face of Everyman was powerless to act. Drownings are rare in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Venerable Sage entered the incident in the Logbook. What more could he do?