“Daddy, daddy,” cried little Jack, “please come and look, my pussy cat is lying in the garden with his feet in the air and he won’t move.”
Assuming the worst, dad went into the garden to take a look.
“I’m sorry, son, I’m afraid Tiddles is dead.” Through his sobs, the little boy asked why the cat’s feet were sticking up in the air.
Quick as a flash, dad replied, “That’s so Jesus can grab hold of them and take him up to heaven.”
