I asked to borrow his saw to make a cat door, and this is how it turned out - dad here with his toolbox, making the cat door, and then fixing everything else in the place that needed his expertise. He didn't want me to borrow the saw and do it myself because “it takes a steady hand”. I ask (rhetorically) “how can you DEVELOP a steady hand except by sawing?” and he answers “Filing metal. I developed a steady hand filing metal”. Well, what am I going to say to that? I'm looking through the newly cut opening. As usual, there is Gordie at my dad's feet, watching him when he's working. He's really my father's cat. On my birthday last year, I went with my parents to get ONE kitten, and chose Jack. My mother thought Jack might get lonely. My father chose Gordie. Gordie seems to know this. Looking for something in the toolbox. Once more into the breach! "You can't repair a broken post with glue! You need a dowel to make it strong again. Don't have a dowel? I'll make something fit." How much I love these hands! Aha. This will do it.