Good morning Top Tops. It was a funny old day yesterday, it was terribly hot, but it was raining, and there was no noise from those mutated swamp things, or the mini swamp-witching thing… not one solitary snort, giggle, cackle, or squawk was heard. It was weird enough not hearing anything during the day, but peace and quiet last evening and night was as if they had been wiped from the face of the Earth. Of course, nothing like that could happen, nice things like that do not happen to us. I think that I had a good nights sleep, and when I woke up this morning, I had overslept by about fifteen minutes. When I got down to the kitchen, there was more bottles, cardboard, and tins to go out there to the bins, and when I opened the garden doors, I noticed that it had been raining during the night. I could not see any cats, but when I was coming back from the bottle bin, poor Percy came running up… when I got into the kitchen, I called Jenny, but George came bounding out of nowhere and almost knocked me down. I called for Jenny again, and she came whirring along from somewhere or another… I never see where they come from. They all had a good feed, but for some reason, George did not want to eat all her food, so I had to throw it away. When they had all finished, I let them out, washed up, and got back up here to Molly. While I was out there in the garden, so very loud scary old car door slamming started, why anyone would want to slam scary old car doors that early for I do not know. Those lying odd weathering people said that there would be thunderstorms this morning, but of course, they did not arrive. Each hour I have had a look to see what has happened, and each hour the thunderstorms have been moved forward an hour… now one is supposed to be here around midday, but of course, that will not happen. I have to go out on Tuesday to a town miles and miles away, and those lying odd weathery people say that it is going to be very, very hot. Of course, it will be very, very hot… getting the temperature right is the only thing that those cross-eyed, lizard-lipped, sun-burnt lipped lying odd things can get right, I am going to be like a boiled moose when I get back here. I will try to get back on here this evening little girl, I am having terrible trouble trying to get on here this morning, 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