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One hot July day we found an old scraggly cat at our door.

She was a sorry sight... starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all matted down.

We felt sorry for the cat and put her in a carrier and took her to the vet.

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 because she stinks.

And he reminded the vet that it was me, his wife, that wanted to keep 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.

Next day, my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located next door to the vet.

The doctor's waiting room was full of people as my husband waited for his turn to see the doctor.

A little while later, a side door opened and in leaned our 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 cleaned and shaved.

She now smells like a rose. And by the way, I think she's pregnant.

God, knows who the father is!" And the vet closed the door.

Now, that's getting even...

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