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, 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 because
she stinks." He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) who wanted the
dirty cat, not him.

My husband and my Vet do not 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 and office were 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 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!!!*

yhe he he