One hot July day we found an old, straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight............starving, dirty, smelled horrible, skinny with hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her, 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 told us he would call us to let us know when we could come to get her. My husband [the COMPLAINER] said "OK, but don't forget to wash her; she  stinks!"

My husband and my vet don't like each other. He calls my husband El-Cheap-O. My husband calls him El-Take-O.  They love to hate each other.

Next day, my husband had an appointment with his doctor, whose office is located next door to the veterinary clinic. 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 announced "Your wife's pussy is finally clean and shaved.   She  now smells like a rose............and by the way,  I think she is  pregnant.  God knows who the father is." ..............and he closed the door.