One December day a friend found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all matted down. They felt sorry for her, put her in a carrier and took her to the vet.
They didn't know what to call her, so just named her "Pussycat." The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let them know when they could come and get her.
The husband (the complainer) said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks."
He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (my friend Sally) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.
The husband and the Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls the husband 'El-Cheap-O', and the husband calls the vet 'El-Charge-O'.
They love to hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with the husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion.
The next day the 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 the husband arrive.
He looked straight at him and in a loud voice said, "Your wife's pussy 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 know s who the father is!" Then he closed the door.
Now THAT, my friends, is getting even!
