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-O’.They love to hate each other and constantly ‘snipe’ at one another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion.My husband. "Sam, what do you think you are doing?" mom yelled at me."Are you some sort of faggot?" my father said disgustedly."We never raised you to be like this, where did we go wrong?" mom said."Pervert," dad said.I saw the loathing in dad's eyes coupled with a look of horror on his face. Mom eyes had that sad look about them, the look that mothers who have lost their sons in road accidents have. They were dead and lifeless eyes. I ran out of the living room in tears.I'd cried all night and, by. Lita thought that she would start to fret, but she felt thatthis was held in check by Lydia so that she could deal with her newreality.Lydia had been right; the airport was an intense experience for her.Unaccustomed as Lita was to her new sensitive hearing and sight, it was aflood of harsh light, chatter and noise to her. It was busy as well. Shewas sucked in through the entry doors with the flow of a thick crowd ofarriving passengers. She had to concentrate to keep her balance on. I felt my face getting warm and when Susan stood up her face was pink from bending over. She asked what was so funny and we just shook our heads. She said she knew we were laughing at her big behind. I told her no, she had a very nice rear end. This surprised her a little bit and Misty laughed more. Susan got redder. Misty said to Susan that I wasn’t thinking of her ass as big, just, well..she tapered off. Susan got completely flustered and walked off the porch. Misty still chuckled. I told.