Pete is not sure what to make of the snow. I tracked some in on my boots yesterday and he was fairly intrigued by it. He keeps running to the window, all alert, ears forward, looking like he wants to hunt something. I have opened the window a bit for him a few times and he's sat quite happily sniffing the snow and looking interested until a flurry hits him in the face, and then he runs round the flat like a proper mental.