Trouble with that ~~ we used to leave the doors open for Cleo ~ who would then affectionately bring us delightful gifts of eviscerated mice as a love token. Now we can see thru the glass door if she is carrying a rodent when she wants to come in, and has learnt to abandon them first if she wishes ingress. I felt a tad unappreciative in spurning her well-meant gifts like that, but Emma insisted on my sorting out my priorities!

~M~