Knock, Knock.

I'm expecting the following conversation to take place soon:

wild animal: (knock, knock, knock)
us: Yes?
wa: I've dug through your trash every night this week. Where's my dinner?
us: Ummm...we haven't been back to the Canton House?
wa: Well, I'm going to leave my grimy little paw prints on your filthy boxes each night until you feed me. (stomps away)