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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 218 of My Captivity:

I'm still mopping about, life is hard without my beloved and today it was made even harder. As if my lonely torture wasn't bad enough, my life has just been made worse by a new set of visitors, this latest batch of visitors is a pair called Grandparents, and apparently they belong in some strange way to the Male Captor.

They call me 'Kitty' and they stroke me with their gnarled wrinkled hands, the first time they did this was when I jumped up onto my seat on the Sofa and found both of them sitting on the Sofa, one of them was right in my place as bold as brass.

All they did was smile at me! They didn't seem to want to move out of 'my' place on the cushion, which I personally thought was very rude!

My first encounter with them was very off putting I can tell you. I am sure that you know the smile that old people give you, the one that says. 'We are completely insane, how are you?'

Then they stroked me, the older one leaning across the other to get closer.


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