Pam followed Rock's other cat Jo onto his bed as he lay reading late one afternoon. It seemed as if he hadn't seen her for a while. She remained frail, but after he petted the top of her head, it was obvious to him that she had put on weight.
Rock's buddy John Frostop had stopped by after their round of golf. He stood at Rock's bedroom door and laughed.
"Man, I gotta tell you," he said. "You and Jo act exactly alike."
John's assessment was common among Rock's acquaintances.
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