It looks like Frosty still doesn’t have a job. Even in Anchorage, Frosty could get up off of his fat, white behind and get a job at Starbucks. But no! Frosty apparently sleeps most of the day in his Cat Ball, rising occasionally to beat up the neighbor’s dog and destroy the Hooman’s deck (he’s really shredding those posts!). Frosty, we wish you sweet dreams!