Our brave little friend. Today has been another funny old day little girl, and without looking at my notes, I cannot tell you if it was noisy or not. The evil old swamp-witch has just let her dogs out to bark and jump at the fence, but apart from that, I cannot remember. I went down much earlier than usual to feed the cats, and when I got down there, I found out that the ogress had just gone out. I put Molly into the downstairs bathroom, went onto the kitchen, and there was more bottles and cardboard to go out to the bins. When I opened the garden doors, two cats ran in... I cannot remember who they were, but another one came galloping up while I was outside, but there was no sign of the Burmese cat or Jack anywhere. I even made a noise and called for the Burmese cat, but she did not come. When I got back into the kitchen, I opened five packets of whatever in gravy onto the big plate, added a load of biscuits, and put it down for them... they were starving, and the usual teeth clanging off the plate, and rough tongue licking started. I could not help but shout out, as it was really doing my head in. Percy had already finished when I shouted, and flew out from under Charlie's chair by the scary old washing machine. When I let them back out, I was hoping that the Burmese cat would come galloping in, but she did not, and I had to get out of the way because the ogress had come back, and was waiting for me to get out of the way so that she could go back out. I should not be oversleeping in the morning little girl, so I will look out there in the garden for the Burmese cat, as she has not been fed since yesterday. 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