My college doesn’t allow pets in my dorm, so when I got a kitten I had the guys in my dorm refer to him as “the Book” to avoid suspicion.
One morning, as I carried the kitten out to my car in a crate, my girlfriend stopped me and asked, “where are you taking the Book?”
“She’s getting Spayed today,” I said.
“Hmm…” she said. “I guess that means no sequels!”