A young man born and raised in a small coal mining town was a normal fellow that did good deeds in the daylight and was always up to meanness after dark. An old lady named Aunt Tavie was a collector of cats. It was never known how many cats the lady had. She was asked once how many she had and she replied," I don't know, they won't stay still long enough to count. The young man became a minister and married in the same town and lived a normal life, well almost.