Invaders

Cats were frequent invaders of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They ignored the numerous no hunting signs posted in seven languages. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to what to do next. This cat was one of many that was domesticated enough to wear a collar and name tag. The venerable sage often wished that the Coyotes might clean up the neighborhood.

House Arrest

Somehow Panther had broken free from house arrest and cut off her GPS ankle bracelet. No bird in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was safe from this relentless hunter. By the look in her eyes the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that he was safe.

Hunting

y Once again Lulu was on the hunt. She had left a warm hearth to search the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for field mice or any other playful meal. the Face of Everyman barely roused himself to acknowledge this frequent intruder.

Stakeout

Archibald is headed home after an hours long stakeout at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In his mind he ran thru a litany of complaints that had kept him from catching a bird: deer browsing, raccoons, wind & rain, blowing leaves. He had a good mind to stop by the Bodega and splurge on a can of minced canary. At least the Face of Everyman didn’t wake up and start to lecture him on the sanctity of life.

Blackout

A widespread blackout plunged the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa into total darkness. The eerie quiet surprised everyone as the giant pumps stopped and the flow of the Spring of Eternal Giving dried up. Once again the Face of Everyman slept thru it all.

Perp

the Face of Everyman was pleased with the portrait shot of this prowler of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Wanted posters of this perp tentatively ID-ed as Panther, AKA Lucy would be displayed thru out the vast forest. It wouldn’t be long before someone phoned in the location of her hideout.