My response, "PLEASE don't embarass me too bad."
(Past comments to friends of mine or my siblings have been truly spectacular. I quiver in fear at what comments lie unsaid.)
Beowulf has been enjoying himself with all the doors flung open. He comes and goes as he pleases. You'd think he was a cat or something. I feel a bit bad. When I move (hopefully SOON) he's going to be miserable being an indoor cat again.