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.
the Face of Everyman feared to open his eyes. He was afraid of what he might see. Had fearsome creatures invaded his dreams or the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Hopefully this monster would be gone by dawn.
Clara Bell saw a scene of mass destruction. No one was safe from the terror created by the Raccoons of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was all twisted about. Was this the beginning of Armageddon?
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.
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.
The Kindly ol’ pensioner always has an interest in new visitors to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above is Ginger making her first social call on the Face of Everyman. A cat of her description has not been seen here abouts for years. The venerable sage was caught a bit off guard by her presence. He forgot to offer tea and biscuits.
Blistering hot nights brought out the big cats. Samson roamed at will thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The accursed bell was the only thing that kept him from being top scorer in the annual FBRS Rat Kill Contest. This was even after the Face of Everyman had granted him a handicap.
Security Forces at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa knew that this cat was in trouble after the Face of Everyman remarked that she was not taking time to smell the daises.
It had been a day of cats the Face of Everyman noted in his journal. First Lucy aka Panther, in broad daylight; then Boots, then Hercules seen above. Who could blame them for hunting, even on the posted grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somehow they never seemed to be catching the ever multiplying rats. Not one. Were more drastic methods called for?
Security Forces were unsure which cat this was. Of three which invaded the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; this marauder appeared more desperate than most. the Face of Everyman made a quick assessment and sounded the alarm.
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