It could be this weird, strangely adorable little mouser.
Not like those little bastards that are eating the poison under my sink and sprinkling it everywhere taunting me while they eat munch my crackers.
I wouldn't doubt they're calling me a stupid cracker too.
Though, hearing these little buggers scurry across the kitchen floor may be pretty damn funny.
*THWAP, THAWP, THAWP, THWAP*