A casual enough visitor: or so she seemed. The gossips of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa made her out to be a Mata Hari.the Face of Everyman scoffed at such drivel.
This intruder closely resembled Not-Our-Cat; but who could be sure? the Face of Everyman was mixed in his assessment. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa attracted creatures of all sorts.
Boots is headed home early. Luckily, she missed the squall line that passed thru after midnight leaving the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa topsy-turvy. the Face of Everyman called out the Emergency Management Team and opened a makeshift shelter.
An unfamiliar Tabby entered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was she poaching or just reconnoitering? the Face of Everyman adopted a wait and see attitude.
The Security Team opened a new dossier on this subject. Was it new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman had to wait till all metrics were in.
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.
This feral cat seemed destined to become the next Not-Our-Cat. His frequent appearance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa began to alarm the Face of Everyman.
Guess who was making a nuisance of him/herself? Why, it’s Panther, the local bully in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman didn’t bother to look up.
Ever since the shutdown began Boots has been asking about his paycheck. the Face of Everyman had tried to explain that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did not him on the payroll as an employee. Ergo.