A guy walks into a bar with his pet mouse in his breast pocket. Geno, the bartender, asks him, "What'll ya have, mister?"

The man replies, "I'll have a couple double shots of your best whiskey." He drinks one, and pours the other down his shirt pocket.

After 4 more, Geno decides that the fella has had enough. "Now mister, I've been watching you for quite a while and I think it's time to cut you off. No more alchohol tonight."

The guy tries in vain to straighten up and look as tough as he can with one eye closed and a diminished sense of balance. He says "Bartennnnnder... if you don't gimma a couppple doubible shhotsh, I'm gonna climb over the bar and kick the livin' shit outta you..." Just as he says that, his mouse pops out of his pocket, leans over and says, "An' that...hic... goesh fer yer dam cat too!