Trapped indoors during recess by the harsh New England winters (notice the trend?), our 5th grade class' energy was diverted to "creative writing." Enter the fey kitty detective, Harry the Cat. Harry's adventures were told in prose, but each one was accompanied by several illustrations—like a mini Nancy Drew novel.
The stories are best described as an upgrade from Scooby Doo in terms of sophistication. They might even be a bit more so than early Arche-Lady stories. But still, a mystery novelist I was not destined to become...and Harry did not survive the 5th grade, aside from occasional renderings in sketchbooks.
I'm sure I wasn't intending him to be such the prissy pussy at the time, but looking back, he sure was.
Think Sherlock Holmes played by Terry-Thomas.
