Well let me tell you something about cats, heat and the late great Mona.Originally Posted by livin4reality;3716281;
The apartment I was in when I adopted Mona (which would have been years ago, since I've lived here 12 years) was an old drafty place with a central boiler and no individual controls for apartments. (The guy I adopted her from lived in the same building) During the winter it was HOT (the radiator valves even leaked a bit when closed.) so the apartment was usually around 78-80 degrees.
FAST FORWARD to 1997 when I moved here: each apartment controls its' own heat, and it was always WARM in here. So in 2000 I decided to replace the heating valve on the baseboard heat (since the owner was cheap- not the current one)and I could finally now control my heat and set it for 68-70 degrees or lower.
I come home one day and it is HOTTER than hades. Thermostat (type with little slide lever at bottom) is set around 80-85 degrees. I don't remember turning it up, but it was a little cool so maybe I did during the night. Slide it back to 68.
During the night I wake up sweating - thermostat set for 90. I'm like what the....??? Back to 68.
This goes on for a few days - I am going crazy. So I was ready to buy a new thermostat thinking maybe for some reason it was sliding by itself (I know stupid but..) I come out of the kitchen and see MONA on the back of the couch (THIS IS A TRUE STORY) batting the slide across with her paw.
I locked the the thing down after that.
Damn I miss that girl.