Feline domesticus

Security Forces noted the strange behavior the subject. Tall grass was not the usual path of the cat. the Face of Everyman tried to reason a motive. His type seldom left the pavers laid out in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

A new Kitty appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was past midnight and the Face of Everyman wondered if she had a home.

Ginger was sure that there was Premium Cat Chow in that serving dish. He had heard rumors of the hi-end menus at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps this was his lucky day. the Face of Everyman closed his mind as he heard the big cat munching dry birdseed.

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.