The Vet story.

One day we found an old straggly cat at our door.
She was a sorry sight starving, dirty, smelling terrible, she was skinny with her hair all matted down.


We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier box 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.


I said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks."

I reminded the vet that it was my wife that wanted the dirty cat, not me ......


The Vet & I don't see eye to eye.

The vet calls me 'El-Cheap-O'.

I call the vet 'El-Charge-O'.


We love to hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with me getting in the last word on this particular occasion.


The next day I had an appointment with my doctor, is located in the same building, next door to the Vet.

The Dr's waiting room was full of people waiting to see the doctor.


A side door opened and the vet leans in - he had obviously seen me arrive.


He looked straight at me 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!