Daddy, daddy…

“Daddy, daddy,” cried little Tom, “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.”

A few days later, dad came home from work to find Tom

crying in the garden.

“What’s happened, Tom?” he asked.

“It’s mummy, she nearly died today, like my poor pussy cat!”

“How can that be?” asked dad aghast.

“I went into the summer house a little while back and

mummy was there with her feet in the air shouting ‘I’m

coming, I’m coming!’ Oh daddy, if it hadn’t been for the

milkman holding her down, she would have been taken up to

heaven by Jesus.”

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