Monday, February 14, 2005

pussy cat


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 felt sorry for her and put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. She
had no name so we named her Pussycat.
The vet decided to keep her for a day or so and said he would let us know
when we could come and get her. My husband, [the complainer] said OK, but don't
forget to wash her, she stinks. And he reminded the vet that it was his
wife that wanted the dirty cat, not him.
My husband and my vet don't see eye to eye. He calls my husband El-Cheap-O.
My husband calls him El-Take-0. They love to hate each other.
The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, which was
located next door to the vet. The doctor's office was full of people waiting
to
see the doctor. A side door opened! And in leaned the vet; he had obviously
seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice
said, "Your wife's pussy is finally clean and shaved. She now smells like a
rose. And by theway, she's pregnant. God knows who the father is!" And he
closed the door.
Now, that's getting even!!!