Your fears are quickly alleviated when Missy places a delicious looking sandwich before you. It has thick sourdough bread, piles of crisp lettuce and bacon, juicy tomatoes, some nice lean ham and is even lathered in your favorite mustard. You take a tentataive bite and are surprised by the scrumptious taste, mercifully devoid of any fur.
"Thanks, Missy! It's great," you say as you happily munch on the sandwich.
"Thank you, Master. I am so glad you are pleased. I would have made a nicer meal, but it was so late and the kitchen was closed for the night. So I just made one of your late grandfather's favorite meals. Tommorrow we will do better. The staff will make you a proper breakfast and you can eat in the dining room like a civilized person."
You choke a little.
"Other staff? Are they like you?" you manage to ask through mouthfuls of food.
Missy looks at you with some confusion.
"Are they all..... animals?" you ask nervously.
"Of course, silly. All of Master's servants are animals," she says with a smile. "Just like you, Master."
If you weren't holding a sandwich you would have slapped your hand over your face. Yes, humans are animals. But that isn't what you meant. Did Missy know that? Was she teasing you? The look on her face seemed innocent and sincere. Maybe she was really that naïve. How could you explain it?
"I mean, are there any other humans working here? " you ask.