It would be 11 at night and you would be in your bed, sound asleep. After a few minutes of peacefulness, you would hear loud crashing coming from the kitchen accompanied with low growling. When you go downstairs to check, you would freeze up when you would see a creature that would look like Garfield but would have a substantial chest area and long, sharp claw-like appendages on its body rooting through your cupboards and fridge. It would be growling lowly as it would later find a tray of lasagna in your fridge, drooling a little as it would get to messily eating it.