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
closed the door.
