Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 in the collection plate.
It went on for weeks until the priest, overcome with curiosity, approached her.
"My dear, 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?", the priest asked.
"He sends me $2,000 a week," she replied proudly.
"Your son is very successful, said the priest. "What does he do for a living?
"He is a veterinarian," she answered.
"That is a very honorable profession," the priest assured her.
"Where does he practice?"
"Well," she replied, "he has one cat house in Kansas City and another in New Orleans.
