One Sunday, in counting the money in the weekly offering, the pastor of a small Fort Wayne Church found a pink envelope containing $1000. It happened again the next week. The following Sunday, he watched as the offering was collected and saw a little old lady put the distinctive pink envelope in the plate. This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her. "Ma'am, 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 I give some of it to the church." The pastor replied, "That's wonderful, how much does he send you?" The old lady said, "$10,000 a week." The pastor was amazed and said, "Your son is very successful; what does he do for a living?" "He's a veterinarian," she answered. "That is an honorable profession," the pastor said. "Where does he practice? The old lady said proudly, "In Nevada He has two cat houses in Las Vegas and one in Reno."