My cat FiFi was practically playing hop scotch in the snow. I started to walk away from ny window towards the front door. FiFi was going to freeze her butt off. When she heard the door open though, she didn’t run inside like I had expected her to, she just kept on trying to figure out what the wonderful, white, fluffy stuff was. I colsed the door. I thought it kinda looked like she was walking on a huge white waffle. Now I’m just making myself hungry. IHOP … here I come.