Tabby’s feelings were hurt. She came all this way to play with the birds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and they just flew off. the Face of Everyman thought to himself, “What did you expect? Cats have been know to eat birds.”
Lil’ #Magic was being driven mad by her lack of ability to bring down a songbird. Her glassy stare were ample evidence of her psychosis. the Face of Everyman knew that the simplest solution would be to remove the bell and collar. Alas, to what benefit would it be to allow this avowed killer to run loose in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Tula’, the manor house cat, parades before the camera, displaying her stub of a tail, a trademark of her breed from the wilds of the Asiatic-Pacific. the Face of Everyman had promised her mother that he would keep and eye on her and allow no harm to befall her in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Tula’ came down from the manor house to inspect the area. Traces of deer, raccoon and feral cats were detected. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now had new neighbors; with them came the unmistakable scent of dog. the Face of Everyman had withheld this information from the front office until he had more information. Now it would be Tula’, the Kurilian Bobtail, who would be asking the tough questions.
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