I look over at my clock, 4:07AM it says.  I wonder for a moment why I woke up, and then I hear it:

A loud meowing coming from downstairs.  I can tell immediately that it is Scrappy, my cat.  She is the one that does this goofy “purr-meow” when she wants to be picked up.  However, she normally only does it when I’m awake.

In a moment, I’m stumbling downstairs.  Scrappy is sitting on the couch and meowing, loudly, at my sliding door with the curtains drawn.

“What?” I say, picking her up.  She stops meowing, and contents herself with purring and staring at me as if she knows something that I don’t.

I walk over to the sliding door and peak through the vertical blinds.

And, of course, that morning I could help but detect a hint of excited giddyness of a five-year-old as both the radio announcer and the woman who does the weather on the news said excitedly, “It looks like it’s going to be a white Thanksgiving!”

Does anyone else see something wrong with that statement?!

Now, excuse me while I go and make a snowman. :-)