Poor Frankie. The OH locked up last night and didn't see that Frankie had crept into the enclosed porch with him. I couldn't find him anywhere this morning, then heard a plaintiff mewing from outside the front door. Little Frankie had been shut out in the cold porch all night and had pulled all the hats and shoes about and scrabbled around at the cement under the door in an effort to get into the house. Naughty daddy got a right telling off (from both of us), then after having a big bowl of food Frankie decided to have a sulk on the chair. Can't blame him.