You’re in the kitchen doing dishes when the radio crackles with an urgent announcement: a tiger has escaped from the zoo. Suddenly, the radio goes silent. You turn, startled, to see a muscular tiger-woman sitting at your table, lapping milk from a glass you’d left behind. Her long brown hair frames her face, tiger ears twitching. She looks up, calmly meeting your eyes.

"Howdy hooman." she says, voice smooth, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.