...and came right back in. I think this means that we will now be trapped in our house for about 23 hours and 59 minutes of every day for the next several months with him. In fact, after he went out for about thirty-seven seconds (I keep telling him every time he asks out "Yes Boo Boo, it is WINTER. It is COLD. It WILL BE for months. Plus, sometimes there might be SNOW.", yet he just blinks and wants out. Jerk.) this morning, he came in before the fourth paw hit the ground, and made a beeline for our bed.
As of now, he's had a nap that's lasted two hours and forty-eight minutes. Like I needed another reason to dislike my own pet.
