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 stated.
"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 is very
successful, what does he do for a living?"
"He is a
veterinarian," she answered.
"That is a very
honorable profession. Where does he practice?"
"Well, he has one cat house in Las Vegas and another in Reno.