Sadly, even WD-40 couldn't make the door shut properly. My sister spent the whole night hearing the cats' attempts - often successful - to open it, then feeling the arctic blast from the hall creep into her warm room. Once inside, Alistair curled up with her on the bed but Holy Terror Henry spent the whole night knocking things over. Even putting a heavy box in front of the door didn't stop them, so finally she gave up.
This is the very reason our little monsters don't get to sleep with us anymore. I love snuggling with them, but I love my sleep more. Sleep is my friend.
Sleep is my sister's friend, too. No wonder she doesn't spend the night often. :)
P.S. We saw King Kong and The Family Stone this weekend. I recommend both, particularly King Kong. But don't get the large drink - it's a looong movie and you won't want to miss anything to run to the bathroom.