Bog below, there is so much snow on the ground outside. Not crazy, no-one-can-get-anywhere snow, but still lots and lots of the white. Woot! My only concern is whether The L.A.W. will be able to fly in to Metro tomorrow and whether Meine Vater will be able to pick her up there.

Hello, Kitty
Sam's just not eating, and that can't be good. He's always been reluctant to eat his medicinal food, but now he's barely touching it. More worrying, he's also barely eating any of his conventional Fancy Feast. Oh, Sammy, what's wrong?