Old houses that are new to us offer mysteries. When I was readying to move in I wondered at the number of high hooks on the doors. Closet doors, bedroom doors, the door to the attic, all secured from the outside. I don’t think the previous owner had children, so after my initial alarm I dismissed the idea that she was locking someone in. I unscrewed them carefully, placed them in a box in case I need them though I can’t imagine why I would, and began to fill the holes.
Later, when I wanted to close doors that wouldn’t quite shut, I wondered if she had latched them to keep her cat from pulling them open with his inky paw. Wondered further if his nocturnal roaming, the soft creak of a door, might have been unsettling to someone living alone. And if that were the case, wouldn’t it have been better to fix the door rather than take this sloppy short cut?