One 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 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 ***** doesn't stink any more
and it's finally clean and shaved, so she now 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!
adrienne
