I like cats because a dog ate my tooth
I sat in a living room with my four sisters around Christmas, sucking on a caramel, green apple lolipop. The crown on my tooth came off because the caramel stuck to it as I tried to chew it. I stuck the crown on my lap, and then my sister's st. bernard strolled by and casually licked up my tooth as if he wasn't costing me hundreds of dollars. Now I like cats.