So, I was whining that I was desperate to get out of the house. Probably should have kept that one to myself.
Maddie the Cat got sick.
Thirty minutes of mad scrapping and tapping and yanking at sheets of ice, and I had my car passably drivable. After fighting the cussed beast into her cat carrier, I drove to the visiting vet.
$180 later ... and counting ... and I'm crossing my fingers that it's just a kidney/bladder infection.
Freedom from the ice cave comes at a price, ladies and gentlemen ... it comes at a price.