บท 208: Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Seven, World's Richest Cat

"You've already done very well." Tang Yue looked at the cat's tiny back. "Tomcat."

Tomcat shrugged and didn't say another word. It crouched down to roll the foam in cardboard before tying it tightly to the steel rod. It had used the remaining scrap metal from dismantling the foldable bed to make a pair of crutches. Having been stranded on Mars for so long, Tang Yue and Tomcat were experts at recycling. They used the lander's peeled-off fuselage skin and fairing to make tables, chairs, and stools. There were also boxes of varying sizes.

"Without you, Mai Dong and I wouldn't have lived to this day."

Tomcat had its back facing Tang Yue as its ears moved, but it didn't stop its work.

"It's part of my job," it muttered.