Snowbelle, the queen of our barn, has always deemed it necessary to come to the house every morning and let us know she's hungry. I'm sure she thinks that if she doesn't tell us she's out of food, we'll forget to feed her. She has now trained her spring litter to come with her.
Cliff doesn't like the cats all waiting around the back door, so we've tossed cold water in their direction trying to discourage them away. Still, they gather outside every morning, scattering when we open the door in order to avoid another baptism. Oh well, at least we don't have to worry about stepping on them now.