Good morning Top Tops. Yesterday was yet another horrible day little girl, as well as being terribly hot, those buck-toothed, inbred swamp things had yet another party… and it started late yesterday afternoon. Horrible tinny music, something was singing, but it sounded as if it was in terrible pain, and a mini swamp-witching thing that was galloping around screaming, shouting, screeching, squawking, and wailing as loud as it possibly could. It was running around screaming, and it sounded like it tripped, and landed right on its stupid fat face, as it was wailing for ages… I felt like cheering, but did not. It was so bad that I have no idea when it stopped… I had another horrible night, and was awake before sunrise this morning, when I got down to the kitchen, there was yet more stuff for dopey daft me to take out there to the bins, so I thought I might as well feed the cats. Of course, George was first to come galloping up, and I tried to stop her from getting in, but she just barged me out of the way. While I was out there, Percy and Jenny came along, and the three of them came in with me. I gave them each two packets of food with a load of biscuits, which was soon gone, and after I had let them out, I washed up, and got back up here to Molly… who seemed to know that something was going to happen, as I was taking her to the vets. It was all quiet out there before I left, but just after I had shut the big scary old door, and just as I was opening the big old gates, a big nasty dirty smelly old dustcart came trundling along, and scared poor Molly. She was crying loudly, and I was not able to go along the lane as I usually do, and had to go another way instead… that is when I saw that other evil old trolloping witch waddling along towards me. Poor Molly was still crying when we got to the vets, and I tried to calm her. She calmed down after a while, and then that nice vet who sees Charlie and you came out… I was glad to see her, as she is always nice and gentle with you all. She told me that some horrible odd selfish human had dumped two female cats and eight kittens in that nice park that I like to walk through the other day, and someone had brought them to the vets. Molly had an injection, some wormy tablety things, and was weighed… she weighs just over 3kg, which is just about right for her. When that was all over with, I put Molly back into her carrier, and headed back here… I was hoping for a peaceful walk back, but of course, that did not happen. That big nasty dirty smelly old dustcart was still trundling around, and poor Molly was frightened again, so I had to go another way. Pushed out of the way by a big nasty dirty smelly old dustcart twice in less than an hour, I do not think that that sort of thing could happen to anyone except dopey daft me. The nice lady vet pulled a couple of tufts of fur from Molly, and she did not do anything… had I done that to Molly, she would have bit my arm off. The nice lady vet gave Molly a cuddle as well, and not one did Molly backpedal, I will be getting a black look later just for looking at her the wrong way. I will try to get back on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back in the morning. We do love you Topsy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX