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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 228 of My Captivity:

Today I feel better, not so old and full of aches, which is good, although of course what is not so good is that I am talking about how I feel and as I have already said, that is a sure sign of age or marbles lost, as is repeating oneself oops!

Still there is only one thing to do and that is to ignore it all, no that would be a definite give away, old people ignore everything but themselves and their needs and don't pay attention to anybody else's problems, still that is also what people do if they are in the army and the oldsters now think that they belong to something comically called the 'Grey Army.'

Still I suppose that they call themselves the 'Grey Army' because they are all so close to being ghosts!

Having said all of that, I must be getting old because sometimes when I am talking to myself, even I think I am talking rubbish!