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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 170 of My Captivity:

Sssh! We all have to be quiet because the Male Captor is asleep, which is just as well because his temper is healing at a slower rate than his broken bones.

Actually I am reasonably certain that the Female Captor has doubled the dose of painkillers and he is asleep for some other reason than just being tired if you catch my drift.

I checked in on him, well I was checking to see if my sleeping place was available, which it wasn't, and he was lying out full at stretch on the Sofa, dribbling on the cover, which was keeping him warm, and making the most dreadful snoring noise, as though he had a pack of angry Ferrets squatting in his throat, being chased by a bigger pack of Weasels, who were the rightful tenants and none too pleased at the Ferrets for squatting in their home.

But as I said sssh! Mustn't wake the patient.

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