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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...

Gay Paris!

I have a feeling, that I know why Paris is referred to as 'Gay Paris,' but I could be wrong, so I will let you decide.

All I will say on the subject is that there is a lot of rather peculiar behaviour displayed by more than half of all French males, and that goes with mentioning a university in Paris with a very odd name, which I think is called the 'Sorebot' I will leave you to draw your own conclusions about the lessons that can be learned at a university called the 'Sorebot.'

I will say this I didn't stay long in Paris because I didn't like the idea of getting a sore bot from any Gay Parisians.

What I did do was what they call the sights and nearly got knocked over standing, minding my own business gawping at the Arc de Triomphe; it's in the centre of a very dangerous race track as far as I could tell.

When I had a traffic free moment to think about the marvellous Arc and its celebration of some triumph or the other I had to scratch my head because for the life of me I could think of any French triumph. Well there are French fries of course but I think these arches are supposed to celebrate some military victory Agincourt, - No! Waterloo? - No! Moscow? - No! The First or indeed the Second World Wars? - Again no, how sad is that? Still it's a nice arch though.

Actually I did like the idea of the lovely arch standing in the Place de l'Étoile (place of the stars), but I couldn't see the names of any stars in the sidewalk, which was more than a little disappointing.

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