posted on May 28, 2003 12:55:50 PM new
>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.
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>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.
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>My husband, [the complainer] said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks."
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>My husband and my vet don't like each other. He calls my husband El-cheap-O. My husband calls him El-Take-0. They love to hate each other.
>
>Next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, which was located next door to the vet. 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.
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>He looked 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 knows who the father is!"
>And he closed the door.
