The Veterinarian

One Sunday, while counting the money in the weekly offering, the pastor of a small church found a pink envelope containing $1,000.

The following week, it happened again. In an effort to determine the benefactor, he watched closely the next Sunday and saw an elderly woman put the distinctive pink envelope on the plate. He felt he should respect her right to privacy, so said nothing.

This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her. "Ma'am," he said, "I couldn't help but notice that you have been putting $1,000 a week in the collection plate."

"Why, yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money and I give some of it to the church.."

The pastor replied, "That's very generous and I thank you on behalf of the whole congregation. But $1,000 is quite a lot, Are you sure you can afford it? How much does your son send you?"

The woman answered, "$10,000 a week."

The pastor was amazed. He said, "Your son is quite thoughtful and must be very successful. What does he do for a living?" "He is a veterinarian," she answered.

"That's a noble and honorable profession," said the pastor, "but I had no idea they made that much money. Where is his practice?"

The woman replied proudly, "In Nevada. He has two cat houses -- one near Las Vegas, and one in Reno."