Feline domesticus

Boots was out looking for a meal in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought better of commenting on his record of poor success.

Not Our Cat started visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on a regular basis. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that this was a UNESCO World Heritage Site and hunting and killing were not permitted.

With the dearth of avian activity, the kindle ol’ pensioner was forced to use a file photo of Boots searching for something to eat outside the boundaries of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman got a good night’s sleep; for once.

A (new) stray scouts out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman is always suspicious of hungry strays; they chase off songbirds and useful wildlife.

When questioned by Secuity forces of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Boots admitted to sleepwalking. the Face of Everyman scoffed at the thin excuse. This nonchalant cat was a menace.

The security team couldn’t actually ID this Fat Cat, but they assigned a case number to mark its intrusion into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman resented the amount of record keeping involved.

With the departure of the Manor house cat, Panther felt safe in returning to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was still cockeyed from last night’s Raccoon attack.

The manor house cat came to say goodbye to the Face of Everyman and others of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She was off to a nearby farm to begin life in her new role as a Barn Cat. All wished her well.

Tabby heard the crash of the tree falling and rushed to investigate. It seemed the only havoc in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa except that that the Raccoons had accomplished. the Face of Everyman hopped that the high winds had subsided for now. He needed his rest.