The Cubs Drifted Off on Her Desk and She Worked Around Them Using One

Lieutenant Mara Hale lifted one hand slowly, deliberately, and typed with a single finger while the rest of her body remained perfectly still, refusing to disturb the miniature apex predators sprawled across her data pads. Tamara, it was Tuesday, the cubs lay in a tangled pile of fur, claws, and faint rumbling purrs, each one armed by nature, with enough strength to disembowel a grown warrior. Mara continued her one finger typing, sliding data pads millimeter by millimeter out from beneath tiny heavy pores, adjusting screen angles without jostling a single whisker. With her free hand, the only one she dared move, she initiated a silent tactical patch. A soft chitter broke the air as the smallest cubs stirred and draped one paw across Mara's forearm.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.