Pussy cat...

One hot July 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 and 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 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 calls my husband El-cheap-O.
>My husband calls him El Take-0. They love to hate each other.
>
>Next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, which was
>located next door to the vet. 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, "Your wife's pussy is finally clean and
>shaved. She now smells like a rose. And by the way, I think she's pregnant.
>God knows who the father is! And he closed the door.

 
A man hated his wife's cat and he decided to get rid of it. He drove 20 blocks away from home and dropped the cat there. the cat was already walking up the driveway when he approached his home. The next day, he decided to drop the cat 40 blocks away and the same thing happened. He kept on increasing the number of blocks but the cat kept coming home before him. At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right and so on until he reached what he thought was a perfect spot and dropped the cat there.

Hours later, the man calls his wife at home and asked her, "Jenny, is the cat there?" "Yes, why do you ask?" answered the wife. Frustrated the man said, "Put that f***ing cat on the phone, I am lost and I need directions back home."
 
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