Personal Saunas: A Tale in One Photo
Seems we all become ours parents at some point. Most often, that transition comes when we begin paying the bills. When I was little, my parents would (far too) often find any one or more of us 9 kids in a self-engineered personal sauna. We would sit on top of the heater vent while wrapped in a blanket that covered us head to toe and let none of the heat out to the rest of the house. Invariably, came the admonition to "get off the heater" and that they "weren't paying to heat just our bottoms."
I can't count the number of times I've echoed my parents words over the years. "Pick up your wet towels", "Load your dishes", "Take that upstairs", "Turn off the lights", and, every child's favorite, "That's a waste of (fill in the blank)."
However, never did I expect my most used reprimand would solely be directed at the cats. Regularly, I find any or even all three bathroom heaters covered by our cats. Our long-haired black cat, Scruffy, is boldly the worst offender. The old man, Kiya, is a rare offender, but he could easily cover two heater vents. And this one, Carmen, is the one that always manages to squeeze herself into the smallest of places to create her personal sauna. Cute and clever, but get off the heater, Carmen, I'm not paying to heat your bottom.