Good morning brave Topsy. Those moronic swamp things, and that maladjusted, moronic, mutated, fatherless mini swamp-witching thing were at it from when I was tapping away to you yesterday morning until about half past midnight little girl. That demonic mini swamp-witching thing was still running around screaming, shouting, screeching, and wailing at that time, when it should have been locked in a cupboard, or in a cage in the cellar or something. Wherever it was they had been doing for six glorious days, they certainly made up for it yesterday, and will probably do so today, tonight, and the weekend as well. If I knew that I could get away with it, I would go there and shut every one of them up, and not have the slightest remorse about it… but that big-nosed, nosey old evil gnome would be hanging out of one of his windows watching, and gleefully grass on me. The three-armed barmpot of an uncle was running around the smelly old swampy swamp pretending that it was a cop car, while two old trollops were cackling, snorting, and giggling like a herd of hyenas… he is mad, if not madder, than that evil old swamp-witch is. I got onto the bed late last night, and I have no idea at what time I fell asleep, but when I woke early this morning, I was far to tired to get out of bed, and went back to sleep… I overslept by over an hour. When I looked out there into the garden, all I could see was poor Jenny curled up under the other big tree… I saw her late yesterday afternoon, and her head was dirty, so she must have been under a nasty old dirty scary car. I cannot understand why you cats do that, why you cannot stay where it is safe, I do not know. I had to hold Molly while my poor Mum gave her the flea treatment last evening, and Molly has the hump with us both. I have to hold her because she wriggles so much, and when I put her onto the floor, she goes skidding off out of the kitchen, flies up the hallway, goes galloping up the stairs, and hides on the landing. I do not know why she is so frightened, Charlie and you are not frightened of it. Molly already had the hump with me the day before yesterday because I shouted at her for pooing on the floor again… I opened the door on it, and it took me ages to clear away again. It is a good job that I have a strong stomach. I will try to get back on here this evening little girl, but if I cannot, I will be back tomorrow morning. We do love you Top Tops, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX