Our brave little friend. Today has been an awful screeching, banging, barking, squawking, day... but at least I was able to feed the Burmese cat, Percy, Jenny, and George, but there was no sign of Jack anywhere. George was wailing and whining like anything, the others were just as hungry, but hardly made any noise at all, I think that George must have hollow legs, the way she goes on, you would think that she has eight legs. I made sure that they all had a good feed, I gave the Burmese cat two packets of Sheba duck in jelly with a load of biscuits, and she only left a few biscuits on the saucer. Molly ate her food last night and the night before, and she has a saucer of Sheba chicken in jelly down there now... I think that she only likes the poultry and chicken, she will not touch the duck, and the turkey makes her sick. She must have a sensitive stomach like Charlie and you have... I would buy her that chicken and rice that Charlie and you like, but it was £12 for a box of 12 two years ago, it has probably doubled in price now. I should be awake at the usual time again in the morning little girl, those tablets that I took seem to be wearing off. We love you Toppy, we love you so much little girl, and we miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX