You approach the tiger cautiously. She regards you evenly,
then yawns spectacularly, displaying a remarkable number of teeth. "Easy..."
The door of the cage is unlatched. "Easy..." You lay a hand on her flank. "Easy..."
And like that, she rolls over onto her side and half-closes her eyes. Either
you're better with animals than you give yourself credit for, or it's been quite
some time since she's been milked; you'd guess the latter, given the lack of
any discernable cubs. Some minutes later, the deed is done, the cage door closed,
and you're on your way.