We’ve talked about this before. One of the challenges of living in an old house is getting the hot/cold air to stay where it will do the most good. When we first moved into this house it was frustrating that in the summer it would be a million degrees upstairs where we slept and cold enough to keep meat in the basement. Some friends of ours, the Glanzers, were visiting and John and I came up with some mighty fine solutions the more beer we consumed. I settled on “cuttin’ a hole in that dang ol’ door to keep the cold where I need it, but still lettin’ the cats down to the litter box.”
And that is when I learned the very valuable lesson that you shouldn’t drink and then use power tools. I tried the first cut with a circular saw, which just left a nice, nibbled track across the door. Then I switched to a drill for the corners and the jig saw to cut the crooked lines.
Sure I had some regrets the next day (we can never sell this house with that door) but hey -it does work in the summer. At least it did before the cats got so fat.
UPDATE: Pfennig is alive and well. This is NOT a stuffed doorstop.
Kitt says
I’d put a little molding around the hole and make it “official.” Whoever buys the house might have cats, too.
Lloyd says
Molding. nice idea.
Kathi D says
Time to get drunk and enlarge the hole, I’d say.
Deanne says
That is exactly what I was thinking!
Brad says
I think you should cut a big ol’ hole in the floor and stick a fan in it. Then you could make the fan blow up or down, depending on if you wanted to move the cold air or hot air. Plus, it would be a fun challenge to figure out how to cut a hole through that much material. Plus, you get to buy a new fan!
Peggy says
Couldn’t you have just opened the door to let some cold air up?
If the basement’s that cold, that’s where I’d make my sleeping quarters … year round … ahhh, cold!
Kristi says
Does Cricket have an agent? This feline is getting a lot of press. I’m beginning to wonder if something has happened to Pfennig.
Deborah says
There was that picture a while back of her “sleeping” in the kitchen. Hmmm…