I used to answer the door partially clothed, holding a handle of whiskey, and a cat in the other hand, etc.. I'd wipe my mouth and pretend to be interupted having sex. The more outlandish the funnier it was. What a hoot! The looks I'd get would have me laughing so hard my ribs would hurt and I'd get the hiccups. Kind of like reverse trick or treating.
Lately I guess I've mellowed out a bit. The folks that came to my house lately were respectful and polite, so I've just thanked them and sent them on their way. They seem to mean well, and want to help me in their own way.
So far they've respected the no trespassing sign.
Oh my gosh. That is the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Great story! :-D
That happened a few times with my friend's father when he went to collect rent from a certain tenant. The tenant would appear naked and say he was "interupted" too. But he held a shotgun, not a cat.
He eventually died from a drug overdose.