I keep the key over the doorsill. = )

However, forget the key and just open the door and enter. If you insert the key you drop through the floor the instant you cross the threshold. Then you are in Ripper's playground. Ripper is my deceased kitty. The name is an anagram for Rest In Peace with Purrs EteRnal. Yes, dear! He's deader than a door nail; but, as we've oft' explained, he refuses to acquiesce to the nine lives arbitrary limitation imposed on kitties. Being reasonable, though, he does keep to his ash urn as we entertain guests. It is his job to scare mice and men (bad men and burglars) to premature gray.

You, dearest one dressed in bright blue, would have no reason to fret. Your flattery just won you a lifetime sleepover pass. Ripper does so enjoy new feet to snuggle. I surrender so seldom-and even then set snuggling face to face with all hands off as the limit of my tete-a-tete with naughtiness. At least that's my plea on GC. Yes. I'm a GC virgin whose lovers will become legendary for remaining the same. Now I am going to hide my pretty head under my pillow and waste 15 minutes or so lost in self-loathing. Watch for girl scouts, brownies, and young Avon girls with A cups Ripper.

~~~>^-.-^< ∞cC( purrrrrrrrrr purrrrrrrrrr )