Just outside Clawley Lane, there is a large grove where many whiskerwick residents like to roam. If one follows the well worn path correctly (left at the lightning-scared tree, then right at the big stump), then one might come across a curious little wrought iron gate stuck in a crumbling brick wall. If it's winter, and the ivy has died down a bit, one might even be able to read the sign posted next to it: "Welcome to Checkerboard Castle"
Welcome to Checkerboard Castle, home of skissors and all her furry friends! Here you'll be able to find my paltry attempts at creative writing (like that gem you see above you), my crazy ramblings (like the gem you're reading right now) and whatever other oddments I deem appropriate. Enjoy your stay, and make sure to pet the cat on you way out.