Not-Our-Cat

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.

Huntress

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.