The Mystery Behind Cat Clayton
I was born during the latter years of the Vietnam War in a tiny town of northern Illinois with 96% luck-of-the-Irish running through my veins. After my father (Clayton) was drafted, my mother (Cat) packed me into her convertible GTO, and we hit the road with a Houston or Bust poster taped to the passenger side window. Cat Clayton is a pen name and a tribute to my parents.
Life has taught me to be resilient. Flawed, yet wise. Sweet, yet snarky. Creative to the core. Tenacious as a bulldog. I am forever curious. Quirky. I am known for the "Candi (wine) Pour" and dancing to Abba. I sing awful, opera-like songs to my dog. I think I'm charming & funny. I'm a thrift-store junky. And I'm unable to tell a lie, except in my fiction, of course.