Rocky

The other day, my mother heard a clanking sound coming from the porch outside the kitchen, but couldn't find where it was coming from. We live in an old house, and there is a chimney out on the porch, part of an old summer kitchen I think. There is usually a painted metal cover that goes over the opening, but mom found it on the floor. She went to put it back on, and low-and-behold, this big guy was in our chimney! He's quite a looker, don't you think? I named him Rocky, mom put the cover on it, banged on it a few times, and now hopes that he is out. She wouldn't let me keep him :(