The next morning finds our little tigress sleeping among the pile of plush, curled up against a very big and fluffy plush of a feral tiger. A closer examination reveals that said plush has a few strands of fur soaked by something. Tamara is sleeping quietly, curled up tightly and pressed against the plush, letting out soft purr like kittysnores from time to time. The crew of the morning shift is already tehre and working, and the noises they make doesn't seem to disturb her, only one of her ears flicks from time to time.