THE VET

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 vet. The MD's
waiting room 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.