The Real Kit Kat Club

I'm having an issue with my garage. The garage door doesn't stay closed. I think someone else's opener must be coded to my door because it doesn't matter whether I leave it open or closed, there is a 50/50 chance that it will have changed position by the time I return. The garage door has been that way since I moved in. I never really worried about it, even when a pigeon took up residence on the opening mechanism. Sure, there were some extra sticks and bird poo on my car, but it wasn't bad and didn't last that long. Unfortunately, there has been a new development in the situation. The neighborhood stray cats have decided that the garage is the hottest new hang out in Santa Clara. It started out with a few paw prints on the hood of my car and the roof, but the mess has gotten worse. It would appear that the cats are using my car as either a boxing ring or a nice little place for a romp in the sack. Either way, I end up with fur and who knows what else plastered to my car. I think this is the point where I finally have to ask for the door to be re-coded after two long years.