Our beautiful little friend. When I went down to the kitchen just before midday, the Burmese cat was in the kitchen, she had come in when the ogress had come crashing through the big scary old door. She was wet and very hungry, and did not want to go out... but she could not stay in, that evil old trolloping swamp-witch should have them in, but she is to busy smoking and drinking to care. When I got back up here out of the way, there was a great big clap of thunder, so I put Molly in her catcave, she stayed there for three hours, and only came out because I had to go downstairs for something. While I was down there, I put some bottles and cardboard out, it was still raining, and those poor cats were still out there. I was hoping that Jack would be there, but he was not. I gave Molly her flea treatment a couple of hours ago, usually she does not talk to me for a couple of days, but she seems fine with me... she has almost cleared her saucer of food as well. I am so tired that I am almost falling asleep tapping this out, my spelling is terrible, and the letters keep moving about. if I do not get a good sleep tonight, I do not know what I am going to do. l could have swore that I just saw a cat jump up on the bed, but Molly is down there by Charlie's footstool. I am so tired that I am seeing things. 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