The door

Our bedroom has technically had a door since we moved in. Sure, it was only primered and not painted, and no, it didn't have a doorknob, and yeah, it wasn't hung right so it didn't actually close all the way but hey, that didn't matter because of everything else, right? Last week, Seth took down the door to paint it. Which was exciting 'cause hey, who doesn't like having doors? Unfortunately, it also opened up our doorway to Cuda. Every night for the last week our bedtime schedule has gone like this:

Turn off the lights, put up the baby gate in the kitchen doorway, get Cuda lying on her bed, and we go back to our room.

*jingling sound*

We exchange looks.

*more jingling sounds*

We look over at our doorway.

Cuda is now standing in our doorway looking at us pleadingly.

We (well, one of us at least) get up, and chase her back down the hallway to her bed.

Leave her lying on her bed and go back to our bed.

Get nice and comfy.

*jingling sound*

. . .

Anyways, so it was really exciting that yesterday the door was done. The paint was good, Seth got it hung up properly so it didn't rub the frame the way it was before, we got the doorknob attached without too much trouble . . . things were looking good. And then we tried to close it.

Turns out the latch hole thingy in the frame is in the wrong spot. It's about a 1/4" too high for the door to latch. :( Go figure.

Still, having the door back on the hinges has cut down on the number of visitations by Cuda at night, lol.