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...
This morning I am happy to announce that the weather is cold but glorious; the sun is shining like a happy smiley maniac so it is all systems go for the balloon launch, once I have filled enough balloons for take off that is!
The balloon filling process is rather time consuming, and in addition to that, once the balloons are filled they seem to develop a mind of their own, even when tethered.
The Parrot thought it was his birthday I think and after I had spent a couple of hours filling around a hundred balloons the mental Macaw decided that it would be ever such a lot of fun to fly through the crowd of balloons and burst as many as he could with his beak.
Actually although the Parrot managed to achieve his aim, which obviously was to annoy me, the escapade backfired, after bursting the first dozen balloons his voice began to sound like a gas filled squeak, and in the end he sounded like the ridiculous cartoon character that his multicoloured feathers always remind me of.
When he realised that the joke was not working as planned he flew off and settled on his perch trying out his new squeaky voice and looked increasingly worried, as the squeakiness would go away.