This cellar door used to be an abomination. A flimsy, badly painted, gross, brown thing. The tracks were shot and it let up a constant draft. After considerable wrangling, a proper folding closet door was trimmed to fit and jammed in. Recently, it was painted, given a knob and fixed with a cat-proof gate latch. The trouble with having intelligent felines is that they can figure out virtually anything.
After the new door was there it was a matter of days before they had poked the door open, slunk down, got into god knows what, then tracked mud all over the place.
Hearing the frustrated howls at the base of the door is satisfactory affirmation that the latch is doing its office.
After the new door was there it was a matter of days before they had poked the door open, slunk down, got into god knows what, then tracked mud all over the place.
Hearing the frustrated howls at the base of the door is satisfactory affirmation that the latch is doing its office.