One hot July day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all matted down.
We didn't know what to call her, so we named her
"Pussycat."
We felt sorry for her, put her in a carrier and took
her to the vet. The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said would let us know when we could come and get her.
My wife (the complainer) said, "OK, but don't
forget to wash her, she stinks." She reminded the vet that it was her Husband who wanted the dirty cat
NOT her.
My wife and my Vet don't see eye to eye. She calls my wife "El-Cheap-O," and my wife calls her "El-Take-O."
They love to hate each other and constantly "snipe" at each other, with my wife getting in the last word on this occasion.
The next day my wife had an appointment with her doctor, who is located next door to the vet. The doctor's office was full of people waiting to see him.
A side door opened and in leaned the vet; she had
obviously seen wife arrive. She looked straight at my wife and in a loud voice said
"Your husband's pussy is finally clean and shaved and she now smells like a rose.
Oh, and, by the way, I think she's pregnant. God
knows who the father is!"
And he closed the door.
Now THAT, my friends, is getting even.
