"Cinder, you did not just put a mouse in my pants!"
In fact, Cinder just had. Fortunately, they were on the bathroom floor, rather than on me. Poor Cinder. She just doesn't understand these nutty humans. She brings delicious treats to the family and gets squawked at for it.
Also, thing learned this weekend: you can remove the cat door from your front window, shove the bookcase aside, and climb in, and not one of the numerous people walking on the sidewalk will look twice. Which is not terribly reassuring on the security point. But it did at least mean I did not have to call AAA for being a dork and locking my keys in the car.