Not-Our-Cat poses for a photo celebrating his return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. All this meant to the Face of Everyman was one more mouth to feed.
Without a care in the world, Boots walks confidently from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wished that they could swap roles. He was sure that being a cat was easy peasy, lemon easy and Bob’s your uncle. Or, so to speak.
This feral cat seemed destined to become the next Not-Our-Cat. His frequent appearance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa began to alarm the Face of Everyman.
Guess who was making a nuisance of him/herself? Why, it’s Panther, the local bully in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman didn’t bother to look up.
Ever since the shutdown began Boots has been asking about his paycheck. the Face of Everyman had tried to explain that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did not him on the payroll as an employee. Ergo.
In an unpresented move the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa posted a Missing Cat Broadside. Not-Our-Cat (aka Mr. Pickels) has not been seen in over a week. Foul play, tho uncommon in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, is suspected. the Face of Everyman posted a modest reward.
Ever wary of his vulnerability, Not-Our-Cat looks for would be assailants in the peaceful gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman is alarmed by his very presence.
Low tide in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa coincided with Sunrise thus a perfect time for a drink. the Face of Everyman couldn’t imagine who would drink this putrid swill.
Somehow the old adage:”curiosity killed the cat.” leapt into the mind of the Face of Everyman on this scorcher of a night in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.