Luciano Pulgar
Fri, 18 Oct 2002 00:08:25 -0700
One hot July day, we found this 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. 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 complaining type, 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, who is
located next door to the vet. The doctor's office was full of people waiting to
see the doctor (many of our friends and neighbors). 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 only knows who the father is!" and then he triumphantly closed the
door...