Our brave little girl. I was just telling Charlie about the evil old swamp-witch letting her dogs out to jump and bark at the fence earlier, and said that it had not happened for a couple of weeks... the crazy old trolloping tripehound has just done it again. The ogress went trundling off much earlier that she usually does today, so I was able to get down to the kitchen to feed the cats early, while Molly stayed curled up in her catcave. I managed to feed the Burmese cat, Percy, Jenny, and George... but there was no sign of Jack out there... it will be a week tomorrow since he last came round here for something to eat, at least I think so anyway. We had a good old thunderstorm this afternoon, with lots of bangings and flashes, just as it used to be, I bet health and safety were not to pleased with that. Those greedy fat pigging pig-eons have been gobbling as much as their greedy far beaks could suck up today, even when it was pouring down, they were there, but soon went when they got their greedy odd pointy faces squirted with water. I found a great big bag of seed yesterday, so I will fill the big old bucket with that tomorrow, I do not know why, but they do not touch it. When it stopped raining this afternoon, there was a lot of beautiful birdsong out there in the gardens... I could have listened to it for ages, but something scared them all away, and I cannot remember what it was. I do hope that they come back tomorrow, there was a blackbird out there, and a jay. 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