Tamara nods and thanks him, grabbing the big towel and beginning to clean up the mess, while the squirrel picks up the dishes. Her little tail flicks idly as she cleans up the gravy that was spread on the floor and on several drawers, doing her best to remove it all. She does the same with everything else that was spread during teh chain reaction, working hard and fast, but efficiently. But it still takes her almost an hour to clean everything up, and it would have taken longer if it wasn't for the help of the anthro-squirrel, who got the silent approval of the head chief.<br/><br/>Once everything is cleaned up, the squirrel gives Tam the dirty towels, and tells her to go and put her on the laundry. Tamara nods and exits the kitchen, following the squirrel's instructions on how to find the laundry. She doesn't get lost, and smiles when she finds the laundry room. The little tigress places the dirty towels on a big box with others dirty towels and sighs. She's feeling all sore and tired now.<br/><br/>It is only mid-afternoon, but she spent the previous hours working hard, dusting, making the beds, washing pans, cleaning up the kitchen, and she's not used to working so much. And there is alos the fact she used to take a digestion nap after eating, something she couldn't do today, and she ate meat, which is uncommon for her. The tigress mewls softly, alone in the laundry room, and sighs, thinking of the mess she caused already, and she's quite surprised nobody really yelled at her or even hit her. She's not really used to so much gentleness and care towards her. She smiles thinking she'll surely love to live here.<br/><br/>Tam looks around. The washing machines are all functionning, which should explain why nobody's there: they'll come back once the washing cycle is complete. A dozen laundry trays are on the room, one of them placed under the arrival of the laundry chute. Two others are already fileld with dirty bedhseets and towels and clothes, three others seems empty, but Tam's attention is caught by two trays fileld with clean sheets. She pads to them and sniffs the clean sheets, churring softly at the delicious smell of flower, probably the washing powder. They also feels quite soft and comfortable to the touch. One of the tray is filled to the brim, but the other is only half filled with clean sheets.<br/><br/>Tamara looks around, she's still alone. She yawns. She need to take a small nap. She can feel it, her body needs it, her sore muscles, her gurgling stomach, everythign tells her she needs to sleep. She's not needed right now on the kitchen, as Arkain will not be back before several hours, and the chief should not start cooking food for Daddy anytime soon. And those bedsheets looks so soft, so inviting, and smells so good. It won't do any bad if she takes a 5 minutes nap on the half filled tray. And nobody should be able to spot her once she'll be inside, she thinks.<br/><br/>She climbs up the tray quite easily, usinf her feline agility, and hops into it, churring softly. She shifts a bit, find a comfortable position, curls up on herself, suckle on her thumb some and quickly fall asleep.