He's too tired for this crap

This was the last straw for the still slightly drowsy human, who grabbed the female's muzzle, staring her straight in the eye as he growled angrily, "What are you going to do? Kill me? Eat me? Then what? Eat all the food in this house? And when that's gone, what else can you do?! Go outside and cause chaos, only to get shot to ****?!"

The lioness stared back at him in what James could only describe as surprise at his sudden viciousness, relaxing as she seemed to understand what he was saying. Nodding, he grabbed two more pieces of the pizza, folding then over to make a sandwich as he tossed the remaining two pieces to the other lioness, much to the first's annoyance. When she tried to steal the piece's back, he gave a short barking shout as a warning, the anthro backing down as her sister finished the food.

James groaned as he watched the two females lounge on his sofa, the calmer, and slightly smaller, of the two grooming her comrade, purring loudly as the other seemed to doze peacefully. James was actually somewhat amazed at how, despite being in an unknown environment that was so different from their own, they both seemed to be perfectly content. He let his eyes wander over the two as he relaxed back in his chair, surprised by the pair's appearance, their bodies extremely similar to that of an average human woman's, albeit covered by a coat of dusty golden fur, their large, firm breasts probably in the D-cup range, if not bordering on Double-D's.

James started when he realized what he was thinking, quickly getting out of the single seat he had been laying back in and walking across the room, both feline's suddenly staring at him as the piece of paper crunched under his foot. Staring down at it, he picked up the slip that his father had written the note on and stared at the back in disbelief. It had, in large black letters, the address for the local zoo, the six digit postal code just beneath it revealing why, on occasion, he would receive some letter or parcel meant to be delivered to the high-tech animal sanctuary. Swearing, he smacked his palm against his face as he stared at the bright yellow sticker just under the address, the bold black letters exclaiming "Warning, live animals inside! Treat with **** caution!"

"Only my parents would be in enough of a rush to ignore a great big warning sticker stating that there was a possibility of danger, and then leave me to clean up the mess," James groaned, walking out into the hallway, where his land-line was, hitting the speed-dial for the zoo.

He stood in the passage for a short time, leaning against the wall as the phone line rang, the smaller of the two lionesses sneaking out of the room quietly to come stand just next to him, watching him as he held the plastic receiver to his face. James watched her as she watched him, noticing that she was actually quite a lot shorter than he was, at only about five foot ten, maybe eleven, while her sister, he estimated, was about three inches taller, at about six-one or six-two, almost the same height as him. He jumped when she suddenly crouched beside him, rubbing her head against his leg as she purred loudly; licking his hand as he absentmindedly began scratching her behind the ear.