My Son, the Vet
Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 in the collection plate.
After several weeks, the priest was overcome with curiosity and approached her.
"I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he said to her.
"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, about $2,000 a week."
"Your son must be very successful. What does he do for a living?"
"He's a veterinarian," she answered.
That is an honorable profession." said the priest. "Where does he practice?"
"Well, he has one cat house in Kansas City, and another in Dallas.