The little tigress doesn't reacts when the bunny's paw moves over her body. She shifts a bit, still deeply asleep, breathing quietly, curled up on herself. The scream of the maid awakes her, and she hisses, looking around, her small claws out, ready to pounce and claw at whatever is disturbing her. But she sees nothing, only the sheets and the tray she's into.<br/><br/>Tamara yawns again, rubs her foggy eyes some, her ears and whiskers twitching as she hears the faint sounds of the havoc caused by the bunny. But it isn't enouhg to worry her, and she's still feeling quite tired and sore. The fact that two sheets and towels falls over her tray, covering it completely and darkening the insides doesn't helps her to stay awake. Soon, she's back to sleep, laying curled up on herself, thumb on her muzzle, comfortably laying on the soft and sweet scenting fresh sheets.