Good morning brave Topsy. There was a good old thundering thunderstorm just after I was on here to you yesterday morning. When I went down to the kitchen just before midday, my poor Mum had let poor Percy in, as he had been sheltering by the big scary old door, and was soaked through. She had dried him off, but told me that she could not see Jenny anywhere, so I opened the garden doors, called her, and she came rushing up the garden, and flew into the kitchen. There was no sign of George anywhere. I dried poor Jenny off, and went to get two packets of Molly's food for them… I think that I might have given them four packets, I cannot remember. I shook a load of biscuits on top, and while they were eating, I poured some nice cool cream into a bowl for them. They could not eat all of what was on the big plate, and did not want the cream, so I called for George, who came thundering along out of nowhere, and finished off what was on the big plate. She almost finished the cream as well, and then she wanted to go back out. George always seems to find somewhere to shelter, I think that she pushes Percy and Jenny out from places that they find, and Percy and Jenny did not want to go out as it was still raining. Jenny stayed in for four hours, and poor Percy stayed in for six… I think that he only went out so he could do his business, but it was too late for him to come back inside, as Molly would be coming down with me for my egg rolls. I had an awful night, I could not sleep properly, and when I did fall asleep, I had a terrible dream about a poor cat. It was so bad that it woke me, and I could not get back off to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. Maybe I did fall asleep, but it was not for long, so I got up, and went down to the kitchen. It was far to dark for me to see any cats out there in the garden, but I did look out there when I went back down to make some coffee, and Jenny was curled up asleep under one of the big trees. The ogress had another one of her turns again yesterday, as she was going on and on and on about one of her hooves hurting her, and she was told to shut up. She span off down the hallway like that cartoony Tasmanian Devil, yanked open the big scary old door, and slammed it so hard, the peeping holey thing almost feel out. She does not seem to care about our poor Mum not being well, all she cares about is herself… just as the old ogre only cared about himself. The ogress is supposed to be going trundling off to work today, and that will be the first time in God knows how long. I cannot see it happening, and if she does go, she will be back within a couple of hours, and saying that she was sent home because she is in so much pain with her pain that nobody else has ever had. We love you so much Topsy, we do love you little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX