Our brave little friend. I managed to feed the Burmese cat, Percy, Jenny, and George just before midday... but Salem and Jack were not out there. While the cats were eating, I filled the big bucket to the top with nuts, and I had not been up here for five minutes before a herd of greedy odd pointy-faced pig-eons were there stuffing their greedy odd faces as much as they could shovel into them. Before I came up here, I saw something in the tree, but could not make it out, and then it appeared, a beautiful magpie... it took one nut into its beak, and flew away. I hate those greedy pig-eons... only the greedy ones around here, the ones in town and over the park are different, they are hungry, not greedy. That evil old swamp-witch was outside out house arguing with someone this afternoon, she gets pottier every day. There are lots of scary old bangings going off out there, and those poor cats will probably be out there in it all... we cannot bring any of them in because they get into all sorts, if they just settles down like they used to, things would be okay, but the Burmese cat and Percy go exploring, and knock eggs, bottles, and pans over, and the Burmese cat is determined to get into cupboards. I am going into town tomorrow little girl, so I will not be able to come on here in the morning, but I will be back tomorrow evening. 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