Happy New Year

People say that the first thing you do in the New Year is a sign of what you'll be doing all year.  If that's so, then this is not going to be a good year for Louis.

That's him trapped between the back door and the storm door.

I can explain.

I was half awake this morning when Libbi woke me up because she needed to go outside.  So I stumbled to the back door, let her out, and then slammed the back door shut because it's 19 degrees outside today. As I was fixing my cereal, I heard an odd scratching noise.  I walked out to the laundry room, didn't see anything, and walked back to the kitchen.  Heard the scratching noise again.  Walked back to the laundry room.  Concluded it must be squirrels on the roof, and went back to my cereal.  Heard the noise again.  "What the hell is that noise?" I said to Gracie.  Then I saw Louis's furry little head pop up.  Poor Louis.

Despite his look of sheer terror in this photo, he's none the worse for wear and tear.

Happy New Year, y'all.