One hot July day we found this old straggly
cat at our door. She was a sorry site. 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 pussy cat. 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 don't forget to wash her, she stinks."
My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye.
He calls my hubby El Cheap-O, and my hubby calls him El Take-O.
The next day hubby had an appointment with
his Doctor, which is located next door to the Vet. The Doctor's office was full of people
waiting to see the Doctor.
The door opened and in popped the vet and
announces to my hubby, "Your wife's pussy is finally shaved and clean. She now smells
like a rose. And by the way, I think she is pregnant. God knows who the father is!"
