Feline domesticus

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.

Fearful of the new facial recognition cameras Boots keeps her face obscured not realizing that her distinctively marked feet were a dead giveaway. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security team had even more tricks up their sleeves. the Face of Everyman planned on more and better cameras.

Once again Boots was going home empty handed. A rainy night in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa gave her no chance at a kill. the Face of Everyman slept thru most of her visits; he had given up scolding the intruders.

Looks like there is a new sheriff in town. Just what the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed: another marauder. the Face of Everyman was incensed. He read the riot act as if it mattered. He’ll be back.

Pickels, or was it Huckelberry, tried to stave off the pangs of hunger that swept over him/her at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa by eating birdseed. Alas, the Face of Everyman had no budget for cat food.