Feline domesticus

Who could be sure that this wasn’t a stray looking for a new home? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a strict policy . . . the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure what it was right now, but he’d look it up.

It took “the blink of an eye” for Claude AI to evaluate this photo of Boots, the cat. Boots was a frequent visitor to the Foggy Boots Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it strange that she only came at night when no birds were present. Maybe rats were his preference.

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.