If I were to put Pouncer in the snow, then I'd walk away with many heavily bleeding wounds, the snow would be pink from my blood, and Pouncer would be glaring at me from the top of the steps waiting for me to open the door - which might take some time because I'd be passed out from the loss of blood!

Seriously, such a good little Eddie - it looks like you've made his day!

Pouncer would like to add, "Edwina, as always, you show superior taste. No cat should be caught in the snow!"