Back in the day when is was safe to leave a church open, my dad’s parish was home to a stray cat. She normally slept under the altar, and every once in a while she’d leave behind a dead mouse – paying rent, apparently.
Back in the day when is was safe to leave a church open, my dad’s parish was home to a stray cat. She normally slept under the altar, and every once in a while she’d leave behind a dead mouse – paying rent, apparently.