A farmer called his vet to report that his cat was extremely constipated and had not "moved" anything for days. The Vet, who was old and hard of hearing, thought the man said "calf" and prescribed a pint of castor oil. He also said he would be out in the morning to check on the animal.
The next day the Vet shows up and asks, "How is your calf?"
"Calf?!" the farmer said, "it is my cat that is sick!"
"Oh, Lord," says the Vet, "did you give him the castor oil?"
"Yes, I did," said the farmer. "He is out back with five of his friends."
"What are they doing?" asks the Vet.
"Well," says the farmer, "two are digging, two are covering up and one is searching for new territory."
The next day the Vet shows up and asks, "How is your calf?"
"Calf?!" the farmer said, "it is my cat that is sick!"
"Oh, Lord," says the Vet, "did you give him the castor oil?"
"Yes, I did," said the farmer. "He is out back with five of his friends."
"What are they doing?" asks the Vet.
"Well," says the farmer, "two are digging, two are covering up and one is searching for new territory."
