Good morning beautiful Topsy. We were allowed a quiet morning and a few hours of the afternoon yesterday little girl, but as it ticked onto three hours after midday, that blasted mini swamp-witching thing escaped from the smelly old swamping shack, and started to scream, squawk, and screech at the big old fence. It carried on with its inbred nuttiness for about four hours; I do not know when it finally stopped, as I had to turn the sound on the telly right up. The cat food has almost run out, I wanted to buy some while I was in town last week, but I would not have been able to carry it back here with all the other stuff that I had… and I spent almost £100, it was bad enough carrying all that back. Of course, I already know that I have to go into the blasted odd freezery place to buy more meat, and when I get back here with the cat food, I will hear mutterings of "why do WE have to pay for the food to feed them" from my little sister, who is supposed to love animals. I still cringe thinking about the wallops that poor little you used to get… once, you flew up the stairs, jumped onto my new telly to jump into the window, and knocked the telly of its stand onto the floor, but all I said was ohh no, I did not wallop you, I could not have. I gently tap Charlie and Molly on their back if they bite me, and it would have to be a hard bite, but I would not hurt any of you. That blasted swamp dog has not stopped barking for about an hour, and now one has started over the back there. I cannot think of much else to tell you little girl, those dogs barking are really doing my head in… the one over the back there is being tormented, and the blasted swamp dog barks at anything, it must bark at the wind. 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