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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 43 of My Captivity:

Hang on, oh look at that, I have written the wrong number, it is actually Day 44, Oh bother, on botheration, now I have smudged the entry! Well! It will just have to stay like that.

I mean what is one extra day of imprisonment to someone who seems to be 'in' for life?

Honestly whatever have I done to deserve to be in prison for life? Murderers don't serve as long as I will. Even some marriages are shorter than the sentence that I am being made to serve.

I have tried to keep count of the days as they go by as best I can, but counting is difficult, I use my claws to get up to twenty and because I can see them perfectly, well there is no difficulty doing that, but when I want to count beyond twenty I have to use my whiskers, because just my nose and eyes only added three extra numbers.

The trouble with counting your whiskers as well as your toes is that you tend to go cross eyed and around fifty you are guaranteed to fall over, sometimes bumping your head, sometimes losing count and sometimes doing both.