Cats are purty tough, she'll be fine. Ya I'll bet her tootsies were gettin a lil warm. Gives a whole new meaning to 'cat on a hot tin roof' don't it?
For whatever reason this reminds me of eons ago as a kid in Miami. Dad'n I painted the garage floor one evening, left the door up a hair to let some air circulate. When we opened the door in the morning there were at least a dozen lizards stuck to it. Naturally I freaked out, "We gotta free them!" So here I am trying to extract them with a scraper, probly amputating a portion of their extremity(s) in the process. But, for better or worse, managed to set them all free! 'Member my Dad saying, in his unimitable way, well hell their tails grow back so why not their feet ...?