Frank: “ahh dag nabbit, looks like little Mittens got into the rat poison again. Hey Karl…”
Karl: “Yeah?”
Frank: “Mittens got into the rat poison again, I don’t think she’s gunna make it. Grab a hefty bag and some zip ties, we’re going to the park.”
Karl: “the 5 gallon or 13 gallon bags?”
Frank: “huh…? it’s a cat not a fuckin horse, you moron.”