Veterinary Situation

[Steven H]

One hot July 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 and put her in a carrier and took her
to the vet. She had no name 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 not to forget to wash her, she stinks. And he reminded the vet
that it was his wife that wanted the dirty cat, not him.
My husband and my vet don't see eye to eye. He calls my husband
El-Cheap-O.
My husband calls him El-Take-O. They love to hate each other.
The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, which was
located next door to the vet office. The doctor's office was full of
people waiting to see the doctor. A side door opened and in leaned the
vet; he had obviously seen my husband arrive.


He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said, "Your wife's
*beep* is finally clean and shaved. She now smells like a rose. And by
the way, I think she's pregnant. God knows who the father is!". And he
closed the door.


NOW THAT'S GETTING EVEN.....

[wonderbeen]