It's Saturday at a busy saloon in a small western town. The door swings open and in limps in a three legged cat. The cat wanders over to the bar, hops up on a barstool, turns toward the crowd, slowly looking everyone over.
The bartender comes over and says sternly to the three legged cat, "Hey, you can't sit there. We don't allow your kind in here. What are you doing in here anyway"?
The three legged cat slowly turns to the bartender, giving him a steely gaze, and says in a Clint Eastwood type voice, "I'm looking for the man that shot my paw".