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.
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," said the priest. "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's an honorable profession. Where does he practice?"
READY?????
"Well, he has one cat house in Kansas City and another in Dallas"
The priest passes out.