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The smilodon kitten that came through the prototype voidgate in the basement has been growing fast. My initial decree that “she’s gotta go back to her mama” ran up against the fact that since the gate was /malfunctioning/ at the time, we can’t be sure of the origin coordinates. A long night swearing at the oscilloscope and trying both my spare Russian-surplus flux capacitors convinced me that a return trip is just not gonna happen, unless the box of FCs I ordered from AliExpress turn out to have closer tolerance than these cold war relics. Look, I’m a responsible mad scientist, i’m not going to drop a kitten into a random date in the Pleistocene without her mama.

“She’s gotta stay in the basement”, I told the Kid, “and keep the door shut”. Which explains why I’m looking at a saber toothed catling stretched out on the living room sofa with our two tabbies nestled into her belly fur, and her head on the Kid’s lap.

“Comfy?” I ask in my best mumsarcasm voice.

“We’re watching squirrel tube.” the Voice bounced off the Kid, “hey Mum, did they have squirrels in the wotchucallit plasticine age?

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