They were almost finished when Dax emerged sleepily from Tuf’s pocket and peered at her. “What the …” she said, startled. She rose so suddenly she almost dropped her computer. The kitten—well, he was almost a cat now, but still the youngest of Tuf’s pets—had long, silky hair as black as the depths of space, bright golden eyes, and a curiously indolent manner. Tuf plucked him out, cradled him with one arm, stroked him with the other.
CATS.
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