...Yes.

I suppose it's reassuring to know it's not just a prrrrac practical joke being played on me.

Then we'll go to the park! There are winter birrrrrrds there, and open space!

Trrrrue! When we get tired, there's plenty of warrrrrrrrrm grass to snooze in or hunt through. Trees to climb, too. Nyo mice, though. More's the pity.

Honestly, I'm nyot sure I'd knyow what to do with one when I caught it. I might make it, though! But if you'd rather I didn't, I won't try. They're so distrrrrracting.