I picked up my pen. I put it down. I took a nap. I picked up my pen. I chewed it, I smacked it across the floor with a paw, I chased after it like it were a rat on the run, and finally I began to write. And as I did so, a remarkable thing happened…but if you think I am going to tell you all about it here and now, you are horribly mistaken. I am a cat. I don’t give away my secrets so easily.