Feline domesticus

Not Our Cat was in the news again; he had broken his parole and was hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had warned him of the consequences: solitary confinement.

Once again Not Our Cat made a nuisance of herself by scaring away the songbirds and guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman took a dim view of this and tried to shoo her away. He may have to resort to technical deterrents.

Boots heard that was a new security camera at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She came out of retirement just to test the infrared qualities. the Face of Everyman welcomed such questions and acts.

The new security camera at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa honed right in on the intruder. the Face of Everyman regarded it as money well spent.

Boots leaves the porch of the manor house after finding nothing worth eating. She swung thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa enroute to her real home and caring mistress. Though she was never any trouble the Face of Everyman resented her kind being in the bird sanctuary.

Hark! What was that? A cautious intruder was about to enter the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman expected the noise of the klaxon to scare him off.

Mr. Pickles narrowly escapes disaster as gale force winds dislodge the security camera at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that he could sleep soundly knowing that there was a gap in his security.

Emboldened by Spring like weather, Goldilocks cased the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was mortified; one more cat to be aware of.