NEVER UPSET YOUR 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.