Panther was spooked. She didn’t know whether to bolt and run or appear nonchalant as if a tourist. Hunting was not allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had already summoned security; her goose was cooked.
Freeze!
Shala
Tuppence was resting between Yoga poses and this cat wanders right thru the Ashram without so much as a by you leave. the Face of Everyman was napping so he missed the whole intrusion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was usually more friendly than this.
Stealth
Not-Our-Cat slinks toward an unseen prey. Does he think that he is invisible? the Face of Everyman reminds this predator that there is to be no hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Jung?
Ginger turned to see if she was being observed. She worried that these secret therapy sessions with the Face of Everyman could make her the laughingstock of the feline community here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, everyone knew that cats didn’t care what you thought of them.
He’s back.
A File photo of Not-Our-Cat is posted in lieu of a current shot. His return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was unheralded. He just reappeared to be fed as usual. Only the Face of Everyman was not surprised.
Water?
Well looks like Not-Our-Cat is back. This time he appears thirstier than hungry. He barely touched the emergency dry cat food offered to all visitors of his rank. This time of year, waters in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed to grow their own life. the Face of Everyman recommended that he try the fountain in the nearby village.
Lunch?
This Cat was back; strangely enough it was during the lunch hour and on a Sunday. Who does that? thought the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been quiet all week except for the visit of the Raptor.
Prodigal Son
There would be rejoicing today as the much loved Not-Our-Cat returns to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. None were more surprised than the Face of Everyman. He’d written off the adventurous feline as coyote food long ago.
Ginger
Ever in stealth mode Pettigrew approached the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa intent on making a clean kill of a songbird. Luckily, they all recognized the flying blob of ginger and flew to safety. the Face of Everyman reminded the visitor that there was no hunting allowed in this vast estate.
Doppelganger
This cat seemed to be marked the same as Not Our Cat, but it could be the coincidence of the breed. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kept records of such events. the Face of Everyman toyed with the idea of employing AI to make the final determinenation.
