A Decent Land — Chapter Three

Prowl of the Maian Tiger

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We awoke on the bank to the sound of a purr. It seemed to come from the trees. Indeed, there was nothing to see on the beach; and nowhere for creatures to hide. Instinctively — though none had seen a cat aboard our arks — we felt comforted by the noise, at first, and compelled to replenish a saucer with milk. The Shipbuilders of our dead home planet were familiar with…