Looking outside this morning, Mom and I see a tiny bit of snow left, so
Derby, you have not won the When When Contest. We are getting very close.

For those of you who guessed dates later in the month, here is what the big pile of snow in the back yard looks like.

And now, a confession...

The house we live in is old, so the floors are crooked. So if you drop something wet, it runs. For example, if you are a kitty, and you are scratching around in your litter box with the new pellets and Breeze pad, and your buziness end accidentally hangs over the edge of the box, said liquid will slowly run all the way to the doorway.
After your Mom dances all around, making funny noises, and cleans it up, she might then put a very large absorbent pad underneath your litter box.
How humiliating!