Mystery: solved

Well, we figured out what the vermin plaguing our house was.  Not a raccoon, mouse, or opossum  but a cat.  Two, actually.  They are very cute, but growled at me when I was out in the utility room with them   I told the fluffy one to stop hissing if it wanted any more milk.  It stopped.

My mom thinks that they belong to someone, but how do you know?  I already asked if they had names and they did not answer me.  

So, of course, I want to keep them.  I keep telling Chelsi that we are keeping it if it is a cat.  She isn't so convinced.  I need to figure out how to finagle having a pet.  Life just isn't the same without a four legged fluffball around.  Plus, what if we we really did have mice around?  Our mouse traps have only worked so well.