Good morning Top Tops. The ogress went trundling off out early yesterday morning, and I heard her come crashing through the big scary old door about half an hour before I usually go down to the kitchen, so dopey daft me thought that I just might be able to feed the poor vats… but ohhhh no. When I got down to the kitchen, my poor Mum told me that the ogress was waiting for me to get out of her way so that she could go trundling off out again, I really could not believe it. I was expecting to be in her way when I went back down there four hours later to chop some salad for my egg rolls, but for some odd reason, I did not get in anyone's way. It was nice and quiet yesterday afternoon, just some door slamming from that big old shouty slammy house over the back there. But then, when I went down to the kitchen for my egg rolls last evening, I had to open my big cakehole to my poor Mum that I had not heard the animaniacs. Just as I had got back up here, that mini swamp-witching thing was let out there into the smelly old swamp, and of course, it had brought its great big cakehole with it. Then the swamp things soon came out after it… and if that was not enough, the fat old tart that thinks that it can sing came waddling out there as well. It is bad enough hearing it snorting and giggling at the slightest thing, but when it starts singing, oh Dear God, it is awful. I put those waxy earoley things in before I got onto the bed last night, and I was hoping for another good nights sleep, but of course, that did not happen. I could not get off to sleep, and when I eventually did, I was awake again just as it was getting light. I was so tired though, that I could no get out of bed, and when I woke up again, I had overslept by twenty minutes. I had to get up then, as I had to feed the poor cats, and when I got down to the kitchen, there were yet more bottles, cardboard, and tins to go out there to the bins. The cats were there, so I gave them a good feed, put food out for the little birds and squirrels, washed up, and got back up here to Molly. The ogress is going trundling off out again soon, but I doubt that I will be able to get out there into the garden… the swamp things will just be waking up and going out there. 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