You decide to follow Missy through the maze of long almost endless hallways running through the castle. You rush down the hallway to join her, just catching her as she is making a second turn down a different hallway.
Walking behind Missy you can't help but stare at her body. Her hips sway back forth seductively, just like a human female, but the the long striped tail dancing behind her back is unmistakenly feline. Looking at the contradiction made flesh hurts your head a little.
After several confusing twists and turns you find yourself in a large kitchen with several modern appliances. Missy motions for you to have a seat at a small counter and then begins to rifle through the enormous fridge.
You sit down, still a little shaken.
Just what kind of zoo had your grandfather created? And what other suprises did he have in store for you?
Your immediate concern was your next meal. What did a tiger know about human food? Was she going to give you some cat food? Or maybe some raw beef? Or even a dead mouse? Did tigers eat mice or was that just cats?
Worse yet, would your food be covered in fur? And what would happen if you spat it out or flat out refused to taste it? Missy didn't seem mean, but you are still a little afraid to offend her by refusing to eat the food she worked hard to prepare. She was an animal, after all. Would Missy attack you if you made her angry?
Missy turns around and smiles, carrying her dish on a plate for your inspection.