So Fat Dirty (one of the boys cats) just had baby kitties in my backyard by the porch -- not the brightest, but more on them later. So being the mother that I am I went into my frontyard to find something big enough to block some wind for them. I see one of my old doors leaning up against the front of the house. I think "that will work" so I pick it up (old, solid wood door by the way) and then I start walking around the side of the house towards the back. As soon as I got around the corner that dang "Idaho Wind" pushed me over and I landed on my back with the door on top of me. Hyrum is screaming and I'm thinking that I must look like the wicked witch of the west with my feet sticking out. Let me tell you, it was something else.
That's the last time I'll do a good deed for some stupid cat.