Feline domesticus

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.

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.