here we are, trying to sleep, and daddy starts bugging us about sleeping with our mouths open. come on! we do everything with our mouths -- cleaning, picking things up, and so on. you don't see us making fun of humans for sleeping with their hands out, do you?

hmph. we are not dead. we certainly don't smell dead. if we ever catch a mouse, we're going kill it and hide it under daddy's bed, so then he'll know what dead things smell like. *nod*