After three years of marriage, a wife was still questioning her husband about his lurid past. "C'mon, tell me," she asked for the thousandth time, "How many women have you slept with?" "Baby," he protested, "if I told you, you'd throw a fit." The wife promised she wouldn't get angry, and convinced her hubby to tell her.
"Okay," he said, then started to count on his fingers. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - then there's you - nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen . . . "
'Vet emails my cat, not me': Hissterical instances of veterinarians
directly addressing cats instead of their owners
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It's time for vets to start winning cats over - by whatever means
necessary.
Cats and vets… there's a love-hate relationship there that we don't talk
abo...
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