Silvester was on a mission. He was searching the vast jungles of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somewhere there was a Ground Hog that owed him a better reading than he gave yesterday to the Press Corps. Both he and the Face of Everyman didn’t like the prospect of six more weeks of Winter. This cat wanted a better outcome.
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.
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.
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.
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