I'll think of one to pay you three back! Just give me time. OK, now you have to hear my Buddy Hackett joke.
Bill and Jim were brothers. Jim had no family except his cat--and he treated that cat like a baby. Nothing was too good for his cat.
Jim had to make a trip to England and asked Bill to take care of his cat while he was gone. He gave him a long list of rules concerning diet, etc.
Then Jim went to England.
The next day he just had to call Bill and ask about his beloved cat.
Bill just blurted out the news. "Oh, the cat? He's dead."
Poor Jim was in shock and just hung up the phone. But the more he thought about it, the more angry he got. He called Bill and told him he should have handled the bad news in a kind way. "YOU KNOW HOW I LOVED THAT CAT!" he yelled. "You could have broken the news gently. For instance, the first time I called, you could have said, 'the cat's on the roof, and I don't know if we can get him down" Then, the second time I called you could have told me you got him down, but he was sick from exposure. Then the third time I called you could have told me gently, 'I'm sorry, but your cat died.' "
Bill listened to his brother and admitted he should have been more considerate. Then Jim asked, "By the way, how's mother?" And Bill replied, "Well------Mother's on the roof......
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A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. ~Jean Burden