BADASS AND BAGGAGE
Sylvia was communing with a cat. She had taken the camera out with intent to commit topographical analysis. Her rock sampling was finished, despite the i***t rules Theo had instituted that restricted her movements. She could demonstrate what was happening through pictures, through simple tests and through rock samples. She had cleared the places she wanted to go and asked for proper permission. She was ready for anything. Including and especially a cat.
It was a little ginger tom, full of inquisitiveness and charm and just a little bit demanding. It introduced itself to her gently, inserting its presence into her pictures and, when she sat on a rock to do some workings, rubbing itself around her legs, then jumping on her shoulder and giving her affectionate kisses.
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