Feline domesticus

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.

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.