Rosie was playing quietly in the garage and I was inside, being a lazy housewife, reading a book. It seemed awfully quiet out there, so I opened the door and peeked out. She was sitting on the steps with the cat. She was looking a bit guilty.
I sat down next to her, she handed me the cat, who was purring but looking a bit wild. I noticed something odd on Rosie's ear-- blood? A well-deserved cat scratch? I went to wipe it away and a chunk of something came off in my hand.
It was a cat tooth.
Rosie said, "I'm a dentist!"