Good mood for Milton this morning. He ate all his oatmeal, then came over for scritches... Milton: "I LOVE IT...I LOVE MORE"... I continue scritches... Milton: "YOU GOOD DAD ...I LOVE IT"... I pick up Milty and go out to the kitchen to return my cereal bowl. When we get to kitchen, Milt looks at wife...and poops on floor. Milton: (looking right at wife) "HI....PICK THAT UP!" Wife: Am I your slave, Milton? Milton: "GOT DAT RIGHT".... We walk back into Milty's room...where the weather forecast is on...winter storm warning, snow, etc. Suddenly Milton looks at TV... Milton: "BIRD GOT SNOW!"