C.A. Allen is actually a squirrel living in Arborand and not a person. This goes to prove that you can in fact write a book using paws (it just takes a very long time. VERY. LONG.)
C.A. Allen is also an adjective, as in: “That was so C.A. Allen it’s not even funny!” (translation: “that was more than sort of lame but also sort of funny! I found this experience mostly awkward, but I would maybe do it again. Probably?” See, it’s much shorter the first way, that’s why it’s called slang.)
C.A. Allen hopes to be an adult someday and write a real about section, but alas, today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow.