Good morning Toppy. I was just telling Charlie how nice and quiet it had been since very early this morning... and then that big old dog over the back there started with its woofings, but someone has started it off anyway. I was awake very early this morning, and somehow remembered that the poor Burmese cat was not fed yesterday or the day before, so I got up and went down to the kitchen. When I opened the garden doors, no cats came galloping in, and then Jenny and George came flying along out of the darkness, I almost jumped into the trees. There was no sign of the Burmese cat or Percy, so I came back inside, and opened three packets of something in gravy, and had another look out there into the garden... as I opened the garden doors, Percy came charging in, but there was still no sign of the Burmese cat. I opened another packet of something in gravy onto the big plate, added a load of biscuits. and put the food down for them... I had another look out there for the Burmese cat, but she never came. I sat down on Charlie's chair by the scary old washing machine to read the news, and that evil old gibbering lunatic of a swamp-witch let her dogs out to bark and jump at the fence... at that time of the morning. When they had finished eating, I took them into the hallway, opened the big scary old door to let them out, washed up, and got back up here to Molly... just in case I got in the ogresses way. I had just got sat back down when the door slamming started over there at that big old shouty slammy house over the back there, but that did not last for long, and then it went all nice and quiet again. When I went back downstairs to make some coffee, I looked out there into the garden again, and the poor Burmese cat was sat there looking up at me. I put Molly into the downstairs bathroom, and opened the garden doors... the poor Burmese cat flew in, and was crying and crying for something to eat, as she had not been fed for three days. I opened two packets of Sheba duck in jelly, and put it down for her. She cleared the saucer in a couple of minutes, and I got some sliced chicken breast out of the fridge for her... she knew that there was something else for her, and ate half the packet. She did not want to go out, but she could not stay in, and I had to get out of the ogresses way. At least I have managed to feed the Burmese cat, Percy, Jenny, and George, maybe Jack will come around later. The magpies have just started up out there, I do not know who they can be arguing with today, as I cannot hear any old crows... the only old crow I have heard so far today has been that cross-eyed, buck-toothed evil old lunatic of a swamp-witch, and that was hours ago, We do love you Toppy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX