I needed to post this because it just seems to unusual, but I guess it makes sense. If you need a cast-iron Space Heater, why not slap Mickey Mouse on it? When I was young, I would spend time at my Uncle’s house and he had this massive cast iron stove that in the winter would get hot as hades. Once a trip I would brush up against it and it would burn me. I still have nightmares about that monster. If the thing had been Mickey-shaped, I can only imagine what sort of terror a trip to Disneyland would cause.