So I locked myself out of the house, today.
It's really just best not to ask, but because it's a pretty lulzy story in itself, I thought I'd share just a moment of my peril, here.
Basically what I was trying to do, was make sure the cat's water hadn't frozen over from the cold. Before you accuse me or my family of being animal abusers, I just want to fill you in, that we take care of around thirty FERAL cats, and while some of them do come in to visit, we can't make them stay in the house for more than a few mintues, anyway, or they'll start to freak out.
Also, we keep a bar on our sliding glass door, it's basically a door jam, to make sure no one tries to get in our house, through the back. It isn't like it's possible, anyway, with the way the house and deck are situated, but my mom's a major freak about her safety, like that, so that's just the way it is, I guess.
So I slid the bar up, and opened the door, just making my merry way out to see if the cats were actually drinking water, and not licking some giant ice block to, possibly, get their tongue stuck on. But just as I'd closed the door to not let the cold air in? The bar slid down. And I was stuck outside. Stuck in just a sweat shirt, hoody, jeans, and my shoes and socks. The two shirts were my only layers, and while my socks were thick and fuzzy, after a while, my feet were finally starting to get cold.
I stared through the glass, in disbelief. At the time, that's all I felt like I could do. Being the genius I am, I tried knocking on the glass, to see if anyone could hear. Since I was still in shock, and actually getting panicky and scared, of course my knock wouldn't be heard; shit, a fox wouldn't have heard my knock. My knuckles hit the glass so lightly, it was unbelieveable. Once I realized knocking wouldn't work, I just stood there. Staring. Hoping none of our neighbors were pointing and laughing, at my expense.
Of course, I was nervous. It's just recently snowed, and it was cold. To top it all off, it was breezy. I was more concerned about catching a cold, or pneumonia, instead of a family member being pissed off or worried.
I thought of taking desperate measures; I almost jumped off of the deck. Now, the deck isn't extremely high up, but the way down definetly looks scary enough. At one point, I did slink a leg over the railing, eyeing an old grill, down below, that's built into the ground, wondering if I really could bust my ass by landing on it. I stood like that for a few seconds, before I slinked back, and made some weird, throaty scream of anger that probably wouldn't even be heard in the movies. I made my way down the deck stairs, only to find two little openings for Murray and the cats to use as an entry and an exit. There were no doors, only one to the basement that doesn't open from the outside.
And this is where it pays to be as small as I am. I noticed one hole would probably be big enough to fit my body through. Wether or not it'd fit my head remained to be seen. I almost crawled through, but then saw that one of the wooden wall....things was kind of coming loose, at the base. Moving it wouldn't have caused the deck to collapse, so I moved it to see if I could fit. Somehow, I did, it was an extremely tight squeeze. My fat ass almost didn't fit through it. >_> But I made it through, and moved the wall-thing back, running up to our gate, jumping over it, and running up to the front door. I rang the door bell, three times, and mom's boyfriend came to the door, and let me in. He was as confused as I was, but once I told him everything that had happened, I was relieved to know that he wasn't mad, but annoyed when I found out he thought it was funny.
So that's what happened. Thankfully, I'm not ill, and my nose and toes are no longer cold, but still. What a blow to my ego. I still don't know if those poor cats' water is frozen, or not.
Basically what I was trying to do, was make sure the cat's water hadn't frozen over from the cold. Before you accuse me or my family of being animal abusers, I just want to fill you in, that we take care of around thirty FERAL cats, and while some of them do come in to visit, we can't make them stay in the house for more than a few mintues, anyway, or they'll start to freak out.
Also, we keep a bar on our sliding glass door, it's basically a door jam, to make sure no one tries to get in our house, through the back. It isn't like it's possible, anyway, with the way the house and deck are situated, but my mom's a major freak about her safety, like that, so that's just the way it is, I guess.
So I slid the bar up, and opened the door, just making my merry way out to see if the cats were actually drinking water, and not licking some giant ice block to, possibly, get their tongue stuck on. But just as I'd closed the door to not let the cold air in? The bar slid down. And I was stuck outside. Stuck in just a sweat shirt, hoody, jeans, and my shoes and socks. The two shirts were my only layers, and while my socks were thick and fuzzy, after a while, my feet were finally starting to get cold.
I stared through the glass, in disbelief. At the time, that's all I felt like I could do. Being the genius I am, I tried knocking on the glass, to see if anyone could hear. Since I was still in shock, and actually getting panicky and scared, of course my knock wouldn't be heard; shit, a fox wouldn't have heard my knock. My knuckles hit the glass so lightly, it was unbelieveable. Once I realized knocking wouldn't work, I just stood there. Staring. Hoping none of our neighbors were pointing and laughing, at my expense.
Of course, I was nervous. It's just recently snowed, and it was cold. To top it all off, it was breezy. I was more concerned about catching a cold, or pneumonia, instead of a family member being pissed off or worried.
I thought of taking desperate measures; I almost jumped off of the deck. Now, the deck isn't extremely high up, but the way down definetly looks scary enough. At one point, I did slink a leg over the railing, eyeing an old grill, down below, that's built into the ground, wondering if I really could bust my ass by landing on it. I stood like that for a few seconds, before I slinked back, and made some weird, throaty scream of anger that probably wouldn't even be heard in the movies. I made my way down the deck stairs, only to find two little openings for Murray and the cats to use as an entry and an exit. There were no doors, only one to the basement that doesn't open from the outside.
And this is where it pays to be as small as I am. I noticed one hole would probably be big enough to fit my body through. Wether or not it'd fit my head remained to be seen. I almost crawled through, but then saw that one of the wooden wall....things was kind of coming loose, at the base. Moving it wouldn't have caused the deck to collapse, so I moved it to see if I could fit. Somehow, I did, it was an extremely tight squeeze. My fat ass almost didn't fit through it. >_> But I made it through, and moved the wall-thing back, running up to our gate, jumping over it, and running up to the front door. I rang the door bell, three times, and mom's boyfriend came to the door, and let me in. He was as confused as I was, but once I told him everything that had happened, I was relieved to know that he wasn't mad, but annoyed when I found out he thought it was funny.
So that's what happened. Thankfully, I'm not ill, and my nose and toes are no longer cold, but still. What a blow to my ego. I still don't know if those poor cats' water is frozen, or not.