Tamara looks around the dinning room, smiling, now accustomed to this kind of rich settings, because there's the same at home. She seems to like the fancy art works and such.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Thanks you Madam,</span>she replies to the Tigress, before taking the seat the Tigress shows her.<br/><br/>Her tail flicks a bit, partly because of all the delicious food displayed in front of her, which makes her grin, and partly because she's curious about what the Tigress will say. Given what Sar told her, she's good for a police-like interrogation. The young feline looks at the older one as she speaks, not saying anything anything at first, yet a small frown can be seen on her face at the tone the Tigress speaks of the pet shop. She has very fond memories of her short time tehre, and she don't like when people speaks this way of a place she holds so dear on her heart. But she remains silent, not wanting to bring up an argument yet.<br/><br/>But she's quite taken by surprise by the question about her biological parents. She has come to consider Arkain and Anna as her parents, and the whole crew as her family, with Uncle Charles, Brother Boris and such. She never really thought about her real parents, the ones who abandoned her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I... Well, I did a few times. But, well, that's pretty much a useless question. The pet shop owner told me that I was deposited at her desk by a furre he never saw again, and he wouldn't be able to recognize him anyway, as he saw him only for a couple minutes,</span>she replies, her ears a bit low.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I'd like to be able to thank that furre. He saved me, picked me up out of the streets, and it's thanks to him that I was able to meet with dad... Arkain. But he left without leaving his name or a mean to get in touch with him... As did my parents.<br/><br/>- The pet shop owner told me that I had nothing on me that could allow them to identify me, no collar, no tag, nothing. And they never heard about someone seeking for a missing tiger cub, nor did the police. So, I guess this would be a hopeless chase...</span><br/><br/>She pauses a bit, mewling softly. Her ears have lowered slightly as she spoke, and the idle flicking of her tail has stoppped.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- As for their reasons, well, i'll never know them. Nor will I know if they really abandoned me or if I escaped home alone. The furres at the pet shop told me that I was quite a wild thing when they got me, and they had to spent weeks taming me before they could put me on display,</span>she adds, giggling a bit at the tought.