Our cat (RIP) did not like being belled. Never lasted more than 24 hours. Our gate, however, loves bells. In 1996 we hung these bells on our front gate, which faces a roadway with both pedestrian and vehicular traffic. The bells ring when a big truck goes by. The bells ring when a dog on a leash with a rude owner bumps into the gate while pissing on the post that holds the gate vertical. The bells ring when all the delivery drivers visit us and drop off parcels. The birds like to sit in the porthole cut into the gate just above the bells and poop. The bells ring in heavy winds. And the bells ring when an intruder opens the gate, no matter what time of day or night it may be. We love our gate, we love our bells.