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...
The dust seems to have settled now, as they say! It is amazing just how much of the stuff is in a vacuum cleaner bag.
I have to say, personally I was surprised and shocked, yes of course by the noise, but more than that by the fact that such a noisy machine is not used outside?
You know I was convinced that if I slipped inside the bag I would be able to hide, wait until the noisy devil was used outside as I thought it would be, and then make a dive for safety and freedom.
Obviously I had prepared for the terrible noise and had stuffed the remnants of yet another cuddly toy (Mini camera hiding place), this time a rather good looking Lion called Simba, into each ear and tied them in place with Simba's long, now surplus plastic whiskers.
After my Captor turned the thing on, and it was making its dreadful racket, some idiot began a sort of seasick making shaking and swaying motion, up and down the living room floor, which was in my opinion a little unfair considering I was inside!