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...
You would think after yesterday's little misadventure (I like that word for some reason) that I would choose to have a quiet day and that is what I planned, spending most of the morning so far away from the front door that I couldn't hear the doorbell ringing even if it was being rung by an army of deliverymen delivering vast amounts of lethal hardware.
Until lunchtime I slept on the work surface in the utility room, in spite of the fact that my teeth were being rattled by the combined efforts of the washing machine and the tumble dryer, very distracting and very annoying all at the same time.
However I was content to sit it out and hide from the prospect of most of the arms from the next war being delivered here. Imagine then my horror when the doorbell went and I could hear it, even above the noise of an unbalanced load of washing being spun to extinction below me.
The Dog, as usual was doing his 'I'm a foaming at the mouth Guard Dog, make my day and break in' act at the front door, just when I wished that he would choke on his tongue and be quiet frankly. To my way of thinking it meant that the delivery man might just leave the parcel of death on the doorstep for the Captors to find when they came home and that would never do.
In the end and much to my eternal relief the idiot Dog went quiet, but as you will probably know, there is quiet and then there is 'too quiet' and Dimbo the Dog had definitely gone 'too quiet,' yes it may have been my guilty conscience working overtime to jump to the wrong conclusions, but I believed that something was not as it should be, and that made me worry even more.
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