Tim: I finished the birdhouse. Look.
Jill: Tim, they're just sitting on the tree. Why don't they go in?
Tim: Well, he's probably thinking, "The house is way too expensive... I'd have to win the lottery to go in there. I cant pick up a ticket with claws."
Jill: I don't think so, Tim.
Tim: He sees the Jacuzzi, and fresh papers everywhere.
Jill: Nah. He's saying, "Forget the papers. Let's find a statue of Tim."
Tim: Oh, look, a cat. Just kidding, fellas.