Feline domesticus

A painstaking review of file footage revealed that it was Not-Our-Cat who dislodged the face of Everyman. What had the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa become?

Boots was the first to notice that the Face of Everyman was askew. What mighty force in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had perpetrated this action? Let’s ask.

At last, proof that Panther had broken her parole and was again hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was set to go to court. This time it would be hard time for this kitty.

At a quarter past Two AM Boots crept into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She knew that she was trespassing. If the Face of Everyman awoke and challenged her, she would say that she must be sleep-walking.

The last known sighting of Not-Our-Cat, AKA Mr. Pickles. He has not been seen for two days. The Crows are silent as to his where abouts. The songbirds fear foul play. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa will not be the same without him. the Face of Everyman was sure he would show up soon.

Boots, a House Cat by day and a Huntress by night. She flaunted the “no hunting rule” that covered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sprawling acreage. Most evenings the Face of Everyman tried to ignore her. There was still a chance that a Coyote would chase her down.

A New Cat made a surprise visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman didn’t quite get her name. Perhaps she’ll return soon.

The lingering smell of hot buttered popcorn was too much for Boots. She sniffed every crevice of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa theatre for just a kernel. the Face of Everyman was sympatric, but what could he do?

Not-Our-Cat was caught on camera poaching in violation of the rules of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman dropped the dime on this feral malevolent criminal.

The venerable sage, the Face of Everyman caught Not-Our-Cat hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He immediately was determined to be persona non grata.