According to Dante, there's "no business like 'snow' business", like no business he knows! And if Dante has his druthers, he would rather do his business outdoors in the fresh air (where no air fresheners are required).
The snow makes for a PURRfect potty. As you have seen in numerous pictures, Dante's butt is among the furriest, so the cold doesn't present any problem for his tushie.
Also, if you recall, Dante is Secretary of Fertilization for the Society of Feline Gardeners. So, even though he has nothing to fertilize at this time of year, he likes to keep in practice and hone his technique.
It's a long trek out to the OUThouse!
The snow is nice and deep here. It's a good place to dig the potty.
"Ah! Weleef at last!"
"Da cover-up is a verreh impawtant step! If yoo doan do it, yoo cud STEP in it!
And after completing all of his business, step-by-step, Dante rushes off back to the warmth of the house.
One thing about snow, though -- you can never count on it. It's not very dependable. It likes to sneak up on you when you least expect it, and then it just vanishes into thin air (from whence it came).
This is 24 hours later, after some rain ...
"Ware did all the snow go?"
"Dere's not even enuff to scwape into a liddle pile to poo in!"
"Oh well -- litterbox heer I come!"
And such are the vagaries of Snow Business! One day you're at the top, and the next you're down.