Getting Even

One December 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 so we put her in a carrier and took

her to the vet. We didn't know what to call her so we named her

'Pussycat.'

The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us

now when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer)

said, 'OK, but don't forget to wash her,she stinks.' He reminded the

vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.

My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband

‘El-Cheap-O', and my husband calls the vet 'El-Charge-O'. They love to

hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with my husband

getting in the last word on this particular occasion.

The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is

located in the same building, next door to the vet.The MD's waiting

room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side

door opened and the vet leaned in - he had obviously seen my husband

arrive.

He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said,'Your wife's

pussy doesn't stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now she

smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she's pregnant. God

only knows who the father is!' Then he closed the door. Now THAT,

my friends, is getting even!