Nothing is happening. There isn't even any new snow. All the snow is old and crusted with the sunflower shells left by messy squirrels. How they do make my whiskers twitch! The large accumulation of powdery snow teamed up with the heavy, wet snow to break branches on the lilac in the back yard (My Domain!) The librarian will be doing some more pruning this spring.
Speaking of, she's been hard at it again, trying to change from a librarian to a Librarian. I used to mind that she hogged the computer, but now that I have claimed her schoolwork lap as my own, I am quite comfortable. She has everything she needs around her so that she doesn't have to get up - pencils, paper, articles, my brush, some catnip, and a pair of scissors that she thinks she's going to use on that mat on my hind leg when I become less vigilant. However, I believe in constant vigilance, as espoused by Maggie Drew when playing cards.
I would illustrate my prose with pictures, but the librarian has lost the cable to my camera. Hmmm, while she's out of the room I could always order a new one...her debit card is right here...miaowwww. If nothing's happening, a Cat must make do. Ciaow.