Either it's snowing, or Traf got underfoot in the kitchen.
I live in the Deep South. Which do you think is more likely?
ETA: There were 6 snowman cookies cooling on the counter and Boomer was lying in the middle of the kitchen. My mother turned her back. A few moments later, there were 5 snowman cookies on the counter and Boomer was in the living room. Hmm. I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED.