I found a bunch of stories I wrote in 2nd grade recently, while going through boxes. Total bangers, with titles like “Invasion of the Killer Chocolate” and “The Worst Witch.” Because my kid’s about the same age that I was when I wrote them, I’ve been reading them to her.
In the middle of the third book, “The Mystery of the Missing Christmas Tree,” she demanded we stop completely. She just kept looking at this drawing of a cat and laughing uproariously. She demands that I share the cat with the internet.
Here you go, internet: a cat.