Thermal Draft Dance

Warm air rushing up from the floorboards stopped my sneakers in their tracks! After marching in from the crisp night sidewalk, Jr and I discovered the slotted brass heat register blowing a steady, toasty breeze. Grrr-howl! I safely nestled Jr into a soft knit beanie right beside the warm metal grate so he could thaw out in VIP comfort. Then I crouched low over the slats, feeling the hot draft billow through my sleeves like a mini thermal engine! I held a colorful strip of glossy paper right above the vent, watching it flutter and dance in the updraft while Jr clapped his tiny paws in delight.