"You can't dress a cat up for Halloween, Winston," Nick said.

"Wrong. Ferguson likes getting dressed up," Winston answered, reaching down to pet the world's best cat. The resulting purr let him know his best friend was full of shit.

"Don't you want that cat to have some dignity?"

"This from the man who once took a stranger's leftovers."

"He offered them to me."

"He thought you were homeless."

"It was a good sandwich"

"Adults shave, Nick, and they don't take stranger's food," Winston said. He started slipping the tiles onto Ferguson's feet.

Nick pulled out his wrench, which meant that as soon as his cat was dressed, Winston had to get between Nick and the plumbing. "I don't even understand the costume!"

Schmidt came in and grabbed an apple from the fridge. "Cat on a hot tin roof?"

"Schmidt gets it," Winston said, pulling the wrench away.