Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #17 August 2015 | Page 4

“Bobo, we call this a ‘bed.’ What do you call it?” But
Bobo’s only response was “Miaow?” And he sat on
the bed licking his paws.

A Galaxy Fur,
Fur Away

“Rrrrright,” said Mrrowl. “I see our subject is
ready for his language lesson. Look, maybe these cats
just aren’t like us. They seem to have these humans
trained to take care of them, and they look like us,
but what other evidence of civilization do we have?”
asked Mrrowl. “Perhaps they’re so advanced that
they prop up the entire human civilization. Or maybe
they’re just, well, not all that smart.”

By John Taloni
T’Furr was a very angry kitty.

But T’Furr wasn’t convinced. “We just need to
discover the key to their culture,” he replied.

Mrrowl had been chasing him all day. Now he
was creeping towards T’Furr’s spot on the couch. Inch
by inch he moved into T’Furr’s comfort zone.

“Come on, I want to play a little,” said
Mrrowl. “These small cat bodies can move remarkably
swiftly.” Mrrowl, T’Furr, and the other felinopologists
had transferred their consciousness to bioengineered
bodies created from the genetic material of the local
cats. Their much larger bodies lay in stasis light years
away.

“Mrrowl, I have had enough!” said T’Furr.
“We were not sent here to play these kitty games!”
Mrrowl continued to inch forward. He reached a paw
slowly towards T’Furr, then extended a claw. T’Furr
felt the fur rise on his neck des