The kid is obviously laying low after a rough a rockin' New Year's Eve. It wasn't like Casey was out partying. He was home baby-sitting Stella and everything was fine until after midnight when south end revelers thought it would be a good idea to light off fireworks. A recent city ordinance has actually done very little to curtail these now illegal explosives, with pets usually cowering until the moronic activity subsides.
At least things have settled down enough to rehab on the couch. And 2016 should be OK until July 4, when we'll leave town for peaceful summer environs before the next round is set off.