Cat hanging out with our rain-soaked campground party supplies: Coke, rum (in non-glass Dasani bottle procured from awesome taxi driver Willy), sunblock, and bug spray.
This was clearly the alpha cat of the campground, who we called ToughCat. His forearms were unusually thick, and he'd walk past without even a glance, no matter how much you talked to him. All the other cats knew better than to even go near him. But at night, I saw him sleeping in the bathroom sink like a sweetie little housecat.


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