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, 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 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, it's all clean and shaved, so 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!