On one of his pastoral visits, a minister noticed fifteen holes cut in a door and inquired what they were for.

"We have fifteen cats, and that's  for them to go out through," the man of the house explained.

"Well, why do you need fifteen holes? Can't they all go out through the same hole one by one?" questioned the minister.

"Friend," said the fellow, "when my wife says 'scat,' she means it!"