Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 in
the collection plate. This went on for weeks until the priest,
overcome with curiosity, approached her.
"Sister, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a
week in the collection plate," he remarked.
"Why yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and what I don't need
I give to the church."
"That's wonderful, how much does he send you?"
"Oh, $2,000 a week."
"Your son must be very successful; what does he do for a living?"
"He is a veterinarian," she answered.
"That is a very honourable profession. Where does he practice?"
"Well, he has one cat house in Las Vegas and another in Reno."