Here I am, all bundled up with Jackson on my lap, watching the blizzard of 2016 blanket the region in white. Makes me think back to the winter of 2001, and Tyler's first snow with us. I doubt it was his first snow ever, he was already a year and a half when I adopted him. It was, however, my first snowstorm through the eyes of a cat. Winter, 2001. Tyler had been with us for about a month or so when we were graced with Canadian visitors. Back then, being in "the big house" that my parents had, meant we were the stopping point for our Canadian relatives on their way to destinations south. My grandfather grew up in Montreal and was the youngest of 7. What that meant for me was a lot of second, third, fourth, fifth and whatever removed cousins that I was somehow related to but barely ever saw or met. They did all have my old nose though. Oh, did I forget to tell you I had a nose job when I was 19? Yup, best decision I ever made. I went f...