So here is what he thaw:
"Dis is me lookin' at yoo, lookin' at me!", says Dante.
"Dere is still snow on da table but da chair is nice an' dry."
"An' I kin heer watah drippin' off da trees!"
"It goes drip ... drip ... drip ...
... it's da sound of Mudder Naychur drip-dryin' herself!"
"Of course mai purrsonal preference is to fluff-dry .. but dat's cuz I'm fluffy."
"Efurrywhere I look, dere's meltin' goin' on."
"I has a HUNCH dat Spurring is ...
... jus' around da cornah!"