Humor

There’s a story told about the young son of a Baptist minister who was in church one morning and saw for the first time baptism by immersion. He was greatly interested in it all, and the next morning proceeded to baptize (you might have guessed this) his three cats in the bathtub.

The youngest kitten bore it very well, and so did the younger cat, but the old family tomcat rebelled at the whole thing. He struggled with the boy, clawing and hissing and wriggling and finally got away.

With considerable effort again the boy caught the old tom and once more tried to proceed with the “ceremony”; but the old cat acted worse than ever, clawing, spitting and scratching the boy’s face. Finally, after barely getting the cat splattered with water, he dropped him on the floor in disgust and said, “Fine, be a Presbyterian if you want to!”