Twice now today I've come in from the front porch and the first thing my eye noticed was "Oh, crap! I've left the catlock open!"
Except that there's no reason to keep the door between the front and back halves of the house closed anymore. No Mittens or Slinky or Tommy... Rannie has the run of the place now. My poor strange little chatterbox of a cat; she'll be working double shifts trying to be affectionate enough for a while.