The power of the word; 'PUSSY'

Story about Getting Even

                          One December 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, put her in a carrier 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. My husband ( the
complainer) said. 'OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks.

                          He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE
(me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him. My husband and the vet don't
see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband 'El Cheap-O', and my husband
calls the vet El-Charge-O'. They love to hate each other, and
constantly 'snip' at each other, with my husband getting in the last
word on this particular occasion.
                           The next day my husband had an appointment
with his doctor, who is located in the same building, next door to the
vet. The MD's waiting room and office was full of people waiting to
see the doctor.

                          A side door opened and the vet leaned in- he
had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband
and in a loud voice said, 'Your wife's pussy doesn't stink any more,
and it's finally clean and shaved, so she now 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