One hot July day we found this old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry site. Starving, dirty, smelling 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 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 complainer, said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks."

My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. He thinks my hubby is cheap, and my husband thinks the vet rips him off.

The next day my husband had an appointment with his Doctor, which is located next door to the Vet. The Doctor's office was full of people waiting to see the Doctor.

The door opened and in popped the vet and announces to my husband, "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 knows who the father is!"