Other students were fully aware of Rock's cat Pam. She had become somewhat of a fixture on the walkways and the mezzanine near White Hall, a dormitory on the southwestern edge of the University of Wyoming campus. It was still warm out, and Pam was as pretty as she had ever been, and she looked on fearlessly as students hurried past between classes.
Rock watched her walk up a short, wide concrete stairway and leap onto the base of its guardrail to make way for a group of coeds passing through.
"You have a beautiful cat, Rock," one said.
Rock was of course delighted, but he had already begun to worry about Pam's place in the cold weather to come.
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