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This reminds me of the time we got a wizz-bang snow storm here about 10 years ago. It was coming down so fast that I literally went and took a picture of DH standing in the backyard each hour, and you could see the snow piling up a foot an hour (I may be exaggerating a bit).
Anyway, the next morning we couldn't get out the front door of our trailer (yep, I'm trailer trash) because a snow drift was completely covering it. Same with the back door. So I opened the window on the other side of the trailer, jumped out and shoveled a path around the trailer to the front door. We would have just stayed in and said to heck with it except our dog at the time had some business to attend to.
At this time we also lived with a big, sweet black cat named Ebony (whom now lives with my mother-in-law). Ebony was both litter trained and an outdoor cat. He began begging to go out almost immediately after my little shoveling adventure. We told him over and over that he did not want to go out there as it was very cold. But he wouldn't listen. So when we finally opened the door, he dashed out as usual. Unfortunately for him, he dashed out headfirst into a 5 foot drift of snow. Funniest dang thing I ever saw was that cat turning seemingly in mid-air and dashing back in the house.
He didn't go outside again for a week.
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