What's happening here, in case it wasn't clear, is that the weight of the snow in the snow shovel almost pulled me off my roof, but instead of something dramatic like that, it just pulled me into the branch of a tree eye-first.
I was genuinely afraid of Theodore licking his tongue off. I actually considered what I would do if he did, but I didn't think to take away his cat nip mat.
The image quality is a little poor, because I'm using my crappy home scanner, but I think they should all be readable. All of these happened at random points in December