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If you have come here by accident please don't leave because you are in for a real treat. You have arrived at the home page of my www - wickedly wonderful website.

I am The Cat by the way and if you like to laugh and have fun then this is the place for you!

It gives me great pleasure to say that this www - wickedly wonderful website of mine is really becoming a world that I can properly welcome you to. You may have noticed that my amazingly popular website has grown just a little and that is because now I have added my latest masterpiece of feline literature to it "The Cat's Travelogue."

If you let your mouse hover over the bit of the page above that looks more like a peeling bit of wallpaper and then click you will be whisked to a completely new section of my dual mode website and I know you are going to love it as much as you love the original. P.S. The mouse is the thing in your hand, if you are using a trackpad I admire you!

Here you can read a little from my wonderful book "Getting Out - Excerpts From A Cat's Diary," either using a sneak peek of the first 20 or so pages or indeed every day when we show first couple of paragraphs of a different excerpt from what has been described not only by me as 'a work of pure genius.'

Just look at the Reviews page for what people have been kind enough to say, without being forced or paid of course! People can be really nice sometimes or is it just my readers, and I bring out the best in them? Probably!

If you want to sample my wonderful book you can download the first 20 pages here or read on for today's Excerpt of The Day...

Day 226 of My Captivity:

Recently I have started to say things like, 'Oh I wouldn't do that, no, not at my age!' Which is a little worrying, why, well because it suggests that I have begun to think that I am getting old and that is never a good thing is it, getting old that is!

But there is something even worse about saying things like, 'Oh I wouldn't do that, no, not at my age!' And it is the awfully, terrible and really dreadful fact that I was talking to myself, now I can cope with the trips to the litter tray in the middle of the night, I can even accommodate the thinning of my fur and my joints aching, but I have to face the hard reality that I am talking to myself and there are only three (as far as I know) reasons why you would talk to yourself, loneliness, craziness or worst of all - age.

Have you noticed how oldsters talk to themselves all the time, explaining over and again to themselves what they are doing, what they are about to do and when they have done whatever it was they were going to do they congratulate themselves with a discussion about what they achieved, even though what they achieved was so insignificant that it wasn't worth talking about in the first place.

That is what worries me about old age; I will become boring and delight in my own petty achievements, 'oh would you look at that I have spilt the milk!' No please no I have started reporting what I have just done, when I could be licking my paws too!

Help me before it is too late!


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