No matter how hard Panther tried to read the mind of the Face of Everyman he remained unfathomable. Of all the beings within the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the character of venerable sage would be the hardest to manipulate. Could he be caught off guard?
Once again Panther had flashed her Press Pass to get by security guards and enter the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above, Panther is too embarrassed to be noticed by the Face of Everyman. Neither could remember the untold number of times she had promised to not try and catch a songbird.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa serves a variety of needs. Seen above a neighborhood cat is walking off the big Thanksgiving meal served by the charity founded by the Face of Everyman.
Tula’ the manor house cat at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was in high demand as a wildlife model. While the Face of Everyman had not heard of such a thing, he, nonetheless, accepted the modest honorarium offered by her press agent.
Hercules could not believe his eyes. There before him was the fabled white rabbit Harvey. At last he could have a meaningful discussion with someone; not these birdbrains at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course he did not include the Face of Everyman in that category.
Jasmine sought sanctuary at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She feared being caught and returned home by the sheriff. There the infants pulled her tail and she was compelled to eat the dog’s food if her bowl was empty. the face of Everyman tried to console her; while secretly dialing Animal Control. After all, cats can’t be tolerated in a bird sanctuary.
It was a dark and stormy night . . . Indiana Jones was able to free bonds and escape. Once clear of the Temple of Doom he made his way to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luck was with our hero. A tropical down pour worked in his favor; security forces would be huddled indoors trying to stay dry. He turned away from the camera to retain his night vision. At that moment a familiar voice, the Face of Everyman, spoke: “Hi Indy.” “Long time no see.”
The Lost Cat flyers posted thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa showed his picture and the appellation “Mr. Snuggles.” He was careful not to respond to that name among strangers; no matter how well meaning. In his heart of hearts he knew that his birth name was Maximus. Max has been a frequent prowler at night; but a daylight intrusion was new. the Face of Everyman duly recorded both names in the security log.
It was well beyond the hour of curfew at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa when Boots decided to show her disdain for the Rule of Law. Luckily the Face of Everyman was in a deep hypnotic state or he would have used one of his mental feats to twist her tail.
Half asleep the Face of Everyman could hear the voice of a Cat whispering something like:”Follow the money.” The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had its share of conspiracy theories; but the venerable sage couldn’t put the pieces together in his deep dream state. A bit of auto hypnosis was called for to resolve this intrigue.
