Fun to be had with writing, cats and a microphone

I was roused from sleep way too early a few months back by my sweet and wonderful kids: my cats. They're both getting up there in years, they're hungry all the time, they sleep a lot, and they provide a wonderful respite from those days that are a bit tougher than I'd like them to be.

I've always been a dog person. Now, I'm a dog person who is fiercely and completely in love with my cats. After all, I've now had almost two decades of training by them. They've done a good job (I think they would concur), but there are still some things about them that mystify me. I think that's why I enjoy them so much: they continue to provide me with little surprises (and no, I'm not talking about the ones they deposit in their litter pans).

On that dark and early morning, I found myself sitting on the couch, wet food in kitty bowls being eagerly consumed by my pair, me with an odd phrase running through my head. It was prompted by an old memory of one of my dynamic duo having used a plant as a toilet. Hence, "I Pooped in a Secret Place" was born.

This one is being done all sorts of backwards and cattywhampus: I have the story and the audio version, but I haven't created illustrations for it yet. They'll come in time. Until then, I thought I'd use a picture of the inspiration for this short tale: my little Monkey herself.

I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to share. (If it adds a giggle to someone's day, that makes that day all-around better. I like that.)