One hotFebruary day we found an old straggly cat at our door.
She was asorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all matteddown. We felt sorry for her and put her in a carrier and took her to the vet.She had no name so we named her Pussycat.
The vetdecided to keep her for a day or so and said he would let us know when we couldcome and get her.
My husband,[the complainer] said, “OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.”
My husbandand my vet don’t like each other. He calls my husband El-cheap-O. My husbandcalls him El-Take-0. They love to hate each other.
Next day myhusband had an appointment with his doctor, which was located next door to thevet. The doctor’s office was full of people waiting to see the doctor.
A side dooropened and in leaned the vet; he had obviously seen my husband arrive. Helooked straight at my husband, “Your wife’s pussy is finally clean and shaved.She now smells like a rose. And by the way, I think she’s pregnant. God knowswho the father is!”
And he closedthe door.
