Oh, this brings me back! Our cat Henry didn’t like slush. I’d open the door to let him out, but when he saw what he’d be walking into, he’d go to the other door and make me open that one. Imagine his disappointment when he discovered, every time, that different doors led to the same slushy landscape. He used to blame me for this: he had a special dirty look and cross meow just for me when it wasn’t nice out.
I say the lady in this video is getting off easy.