Good morning Top Tops. Yesterday was yet another horrible day little girl, those maniacs made even more noise out there in the smelly old swamp, and that evil mini swamp-witching thing was screaming, squawking, screeching, shouting, and wailing as loud as its big rubbery gob would allow it to. It has to have some mutation or something, no normal child could run around for fourteen hours making as much noise like that fat little walrusey thing does. They did not stop until well gone midnight, and I had yet another horrible night… I could not sleep, even though I was tired, when I did fall asleep, I woke up, and I was awake very early again. I was far to tired to get out of bed, fell back to sleep, and overslept by forty-five minutes. When I got down to the kitchen, I looked out there into the garden for the cats, but I could not see them… but I could hear that mini swamp-witching thing screaming and squawking in the smelly old swampy house from inside the kitchen. I can see someone doing something to them all very soon little girl, people around here are getting so fed up with them, and nothing is ever done about it. I have had to shut the big window because of the noise that they made yesterday afternoon, evening, and night… and now I cannot hear the blackbirds, little birds, or the squirrels out there in the gardens. If I knew that I could get away with it, I would go into the old swampy house in the middle of the night, and do something that I really should not write down to all of them, including that mini swamp thing and its big rubbery cakehole, that is how angry that they have made me. I have remembered to put up some more photos of Charlie on here little girl, and I had been asking my little sister for photos of you, but she is still not talking to me, so I do not know when I will be able to put some more up of you. I will try to get on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back in the morning… if I have not down anything that is.