Achey hands because I just wrenched off the basement door in order to cut a cat hole in the bottom of it. Well, not a cat "hole," persay, but more of an arch. An opening. An aperature. And hopefully something that won't look as though a monster took a snaggle-toothed bite from the door.
Nihao's immediate response to me removing the door was to puke. Thank you Nihao. Now I know exactly how you feel about it. She's been meowing incessently for the last couple days, probably because I've been rendering huge upsetting changes, like cleaning out the litter box. I've tried to make sure she is extra loved and patted. She's actually much better than she used to be--It's been months since she's thrown up because of stress. I'm dreading how it will be when the time comes to rennovate the kitchen, starting with flat-out gutting the place. Poor Neen.
In any case, now that I've got the door off, I'm at a standstill because I can not, for the life of me, make the blade snap into place on the jigsaw. Oh, I've tried. And tried. And cursed like a sailor. I'm beginning to feel that perhaps the jigsaw is designed to entirely ignore people with that extra "girl" chromosome. This sort of thing drives me insane. I can open tight bottle lids, assemble furniture without the directions, program a VCR, even change the oil on a damn car, but I can't...plug...the little...blade...into the jigsaw. GGAARRRRR!!
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I found you via nextblog. and I have to share my cat door story. I hope I don't bore you.
so my husband says he's going to put in the cat door. he says it won't take him long. and he did it while I was at work. he started at 8am after I left, and I got the call after lunch. after much fuss, including your same issue with the jig saw and said saw blade breaking and ensuing trip to home depot to get another one that didn't fit, he got the hole in the door done. apparently he had taken off the door and taken it to the basement to work on it, and when he brought it up and put it back on, the cat door...I'm giggling already...was...
at.
the.
top.
of.
the.
door.
he called and told me this and it was silent on my end of the phone, because I had been laughing so hard that no sound was coming out.
he "fixed" the problem by flipping the door upside down, but since the hinges weren't centered on the door, it wouldn't fit because it was an inch too long on the top, which really used to be the bottom. so he took the aforementioned jig saw and sawed an uneven, 2-3" jagged hunk off the top. now the door locks from the outside (since it is flipped) and we have a jagged gap at the top.
good times.
Bwah haha!!! Your poor husband...and I'm laughing... (wipes tears and pauses to breathe) Oh, what a great story. Thank you.
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