This looks all too familiar.
Diogenes woke me up in the wee am hours demanding to go out. So I limped over to the door and opened it, grumbling as I did so. An hour later, just as I had dropped back off to sleep, he was at the door again, knocking, rattling, howling and banging, this time demanding to come in.
He's still out there.
As I think about it, maybe we should make sure the gardening tools are put away.