Our brave little friend. I was able to feed the Burmese cat, Percy, Jenny, and George today little girl, Jack was not out there, but he was by the big scary old door when the ogress came crashing through it. He was absolutely starving, and he was filthy, and smelt terrible of cat pee, but he ate two packets of whatever in gravy, and then he had a nice bowl of cream. Of course those greedy fat pig-eons had gobbled down a load of nuts, so I brought the big bucket in and filled it to the top with seed... I put a load of bread on top, and put it back at the big tree. It was not long before those greedy odd things were back, but all they got was a god squirting in their greedy odd beaks. There will not be any bread there in the bucket in the morning, they will make sure of that. Molly has just jumped onto my legs, I had to pull the keyboard away quickly, she just stood there purring and looking at me, and then it dawned on dopey daft me what she wanted... some biscuits from her Felix goody bag. It is similar to those Dreamie turkey biscuits that Charlie and you adore, and she goes potty for these, though I only give her small amounts throughout the day. There have been a few more big cakehole's today, and the evil old swamp-witch was arguing with someone, and whoever it was then started singing... they sound terrible, like someone in dreadful pain. I do not think that I will be oversleeping in the morning little girl, so I should be awake nice and early. 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