During the Second Grade, my class was given the task of writing a story for a homework assignment. Me? I wrote a book. Then, I begged my mom to type it up, bind it and laminate the cover. I even illustrated the entire thing, every page, with colored pencils.
Last week, my mother found this book, still intact, in a box in her basement. Without further fanfare, here it is... Complete with poorly illustrated cat nipples, spelling errors, grammar mishaps, random POV shifts and a convoluted plot about a promiscuous lady cat, a randy tom cat, and the offspring they sired.