Since I woke up real early the cat thought she had to go out. At 4:30 AM I opened the door. Cat went out, sailed of the stoop and slid downhill for about 12 feet and stayed. I was afraid she got hurt slid after her and there we sat with wet butts in the middle of the lawn. Just good that at that time nobody else was up and around. 29 degr, ice rain, in pj's and slippers is not very comfortable!
The cat made it back to the house before I did and we are both ok. I am old enough to know better, so why do I always get myself in those funny situations?