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...
Even though it was only early in the evening when I decided to go to sleep last night it was rather dark and finding shelter was not easy, finding shelter that was dry proved impossible and I fell asleep inside a hollow log, like the ones that wild animals live in, in Disney cartoons and I suppose real life too.
Now I am not complaining although I ache and my fur is still very damp, I would like to make this observation, sleeping in a real hollow log is a smelly and rather unpleasant experience and not at all like the dry logs where Bambi's friends live, amongst pretty dry flowers and twittering brightly coloured little birds.
Talking of twittering brightly coloured little birds I am hungry and there doesn't seem to be anything around here to eat apart from wet leaves and tree bark, which is not my cup of tea even if Tree Bark Teas are considered health giving in parts of China, this is Tunbridge Wells and not China for a start and the other thing is that I am not thirsty either.
Anyway never mind, as they say when 'they' are trying to take your mind of something and change the subject, the sky is a lighter shade of grey now and I am free, the ground isn't drying out, but then tonight I have plans that involve sleeping somewhere dry, all I have to do is to find the village and a shop or two, and then worry about the somewhere dry to sleep.
Well you know how I like to cut long stories short; well you can pat me on the back because I haven't even bothered to describe the long march that I undertook, although I will tell you that every branch I brushed against produced a shower of very cold water droplets that had spent the morning getting colder and waiting patiently for me to pass.