Ah, Fluffles Followed Me Home

When Millie had finally returned from her adventure, she was tired and didn't want to concentrate on anything else but sleeping; and maybe eating. As she opened the door to leave her room, she stopped. There was a faint scraping sound behind her, but when she turned, nothing was there. "Oh well," she thought as she left for the kitchen. "My PB&J isn't going to make itself." She had just set the jelly on the counter when she heard her mother screech like a drowning cat. Millicent Abigail Robinson! Millie hurried to see what was a miss. She turned the corner to the hallway to see her mom tapping her toe with one hand on her hip and the other pointing to Fluffles. What is that?