Thor

I'm getting ready for work. I sneak a peak out the front door. There is a swoosh, not a whoosh, a swoosh. And flying past me is the one named Thor. Oh great! I have no time to chase Thor down and get him back in the house so I can leave for work. And I just fed him, so bribing him with a handful of BooBerries is not going to do the trick. As I start freaking out about my best friend getting run over by a car... it clicks. Wait a minute. Last time Thor tangled with a car, he bounced of a Saturn. And that was when I hit him with a home run, via a drumstick, and he went through window on the second shot. And he came back in through the same window. I set the alarm, locked up and went to work.