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...
Sometimes it is a good idea for a fugitive to lay low, and today seemed to be a good day for laying low, although it was wet and cold outside I had my nice warm piece of Cornish Pasty, happily it was still warm because I had cuddled into it all night, and although it was no substitute for the old Dog it was a little cuddly.
Unfortunately during the day the Barn leaked and the piece of Cornish Pasty and I moved several times trying to stay dry, with mixed results, I was a little wet and cold and so I ate the piece of Pasty. All day I heard voices, but I stayed hidden hoping that their owners would go away or find the Rat that they kept shouting about.
As night fell I could see the glare from searchlights on cars flood their way over the walls of the barn, I was beginning to think that whoever it was who was looking for the 'Rat' were closing in and so if they didn't find the Rat they would find me and that wasn't very helpful.
There were a couple of occasions when it crossed my mind that the Rat that the Olde Tea Shoppe owners were looking for might actually be me, but I dismissed that thought because no one is that stupid, but still the thought came back to me again and again. Maybe they were that stupid, they couldn't spell properly and they kept a Parrot.
I thought to myself 'I suppose that it is time to move on, well it will be time to move on tomorrow,' which was sad I liked this little village, but I have to say in the main I didn't like the people, too old and too angry, well aren't most pensioners like that? The ones I have encountered seem to be like that, it also crossed my mind that it was strange that the whole village population was so old!