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 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, 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 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 as 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, she’s pregnant! And we don’t know who the father is!’
Then he closed the door. The silence was deafening.
Now THAT, my friends, is getting even!