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The Pussy Cat...
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 know 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 vets office.
The GP'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. The silence was
deafening.
Now THAT, my
friends, is getting even!
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 know 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 vets office.
The GP'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. The silence was
deafening.
Now THAT, my
friends, is getting even!