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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 "The Cat's Travelogue," 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...

Tunisia

Arabs in general are very nice people, but the people of Tunisia and for that matter Morocco are in the main French speakers, and for that reason alone I suggest that you always keep your hands on your wallet when they are around.

The only comfort I had was that the aeroplane I caught at the airport, which is more or less in middle of Cairo, was not stopping in Libya and so I could possibly implement a little plan that I was hatching, to catch a ferry, boat, fishing smack, in fact anything that floats to sail across the Mediterranean and land somewhere in Italy.

It was such a wonderfully tempting prospect, I thought I might if I was lucky be able to spend some time in a civilisation that was 4,000 odd years old but didn't seem like it was stuck there like Egypt.

When I arrived in Tunisia I was so shocked by the dreadfulness that I sort of sauntered off into the Atlas Mountains by accident. It was, to be honest, a bit of a mistake, but a blisteringly scenic one if you like wide blue skies and oddly coloured mountain ranges.

I thought to myself as I looked out over the endlessly unending horizon that the wind was strong up here among the Eagles on my mountain top but the strong wind could have been the rather spicy Goat that I had eaten last night I suppose. Happily the strong wind kept the Eagles soaring high above because I wouldn't have liked a close encounter with them if they were actually Eagles and not Vultures.

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