It had taken a bit longer than she'd hoped to find an abandoned hut that she could claim for her own. The hunt was worth it, though, because the one she finally settled on was perfect. Off the beaten path but still close enough to the Compound that she wouldn't starve to death from sheer laziness. Over the last few days she'd managed to clean
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Now, though, he had a puppy, a rolly polly ball of fluff that tended to amble along with his long strides. He named her Catalina after the mysterious and magical island off the Los Angeles coast, and so far she was proving herself to be sweet and inquisitive and not especially bright. The perfect dog, in other words.
Until she tore off into the jungle, leaving him to crash along after her. "Catalina!" he called, followed even more ridiculously by "Cat!" By the time he caught up with her she was nosing at a woman's feet, tail wiggling happily. "Oh, cat," he added with a grin and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, she kind of got away from me."
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The puppy, oblivious, promptly flopped over to get belly rubs.
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She'd left Jackson with Charlie for a few hours. Mostly she'd decided that she'd like to visit Benny on her own, and a short break seemed like a good idea.
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