After so many years of appearing to be useless, my cat, Frankie, finally inspired a story. He was no longer just a mischief-maker who tipped over garbage cans and ironing boards, he was literary inspiration.
This story, oddly enough, is not dedicated to Frankie, may he rest in peace. It’s dedicated to my brother Andy’s amazing cat, Ralphie. But, really, the book is dedicated to mischievous cats everywhere who have a clear sense of their identities.
See what I said on the Greenwillow blog about Frankie and the book.