Veterinarian bills for our pets are expensive, and unlike ourselves, our furry companions don’t have health insurance to help offset the cost. It’s rare for my husband and me to leave the veterinarian’s office without dropping at least $100 and that’s if nothing is wrong with our little darling and they’re just getting a shot. We had a cat who became very ill once and was hospitalized for several days. When she was better and allowed to come home, our veterinary bill was over $1,000. A lot of folks would opt out of getting care for their pets if the price is that high because honestly, not everyone has the money. Sometimes we don’t, either, and I’m just glad we happened to have it at that time. In the joke below, the husband understandably doesn’t want to shell out a bunch of cash to a vet for his wife’s cat, but hey, it has to be. We’re just glad the vet got his little piece of sweet revenge. This is so funny, I wish it were true! Enjoy this hilarious joke.
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 ‘Pussy-cat.’
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 my Vet don’t see eye to eye.
The vet calls my husband ‘El-Cheap-O’. and my husband calls the vet ‘El-Charge-0’.
They love to hate each other, and constantly ‘snipe’ at one another, 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 the 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 anymore, 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.
And that is what’s called “getting even.”
