It was raining last night when I let Pearl in. I should have been listening more closely when she asked to be "fluffed," because her, "Mmrrowff," did sound a little muffled. It wasn't until she was running off after being dried that I realized she'd been talking with her mouth full. We played hide-and-seek, me yelling, "Give me that mouse!" I could swear I heard her say, "You want one? Get your own," but her mouth was stuffed with mouse and I could have been wrong. Given her size and my size, that cat had more places to hide than I could find. Now I don't know whether she brought in a live mouse to play with and it got away, or if it were a dead mouse and she tucked it away for a snack later. Neither option appeals to me. I suppose I'd better institute new protocols and, like airport security, perform a pat-down before letting the cats into the house. I also need to pay attention when they speak.