Our brave little friend. Just as I sent Charlie's message, some buck-toothed lunatic decided to let off some fireworks out there in the lane, and now some big squawky cakehole's have started. I was able to get down to the kitchen just before midday, and when I opened the garden doors, the Burmese cat and jenny ran in. When I went over to the bins with more cardboard and bottles, I saw George right down the end of the garden. As I came back towards the garden doors, Percy was still curled up at Jack's little waiting place, so I stroked him, and asked him to hurry up. That is when that big old dog over the back there at that bog old shouty slammy house was let out to bark at me, and Percy got up... but ran over to the big old gates. I had to come back inside, because if that big old dog barked once more, I was going to shout at it. There was some food that Molly had left last night, so I scraped that onto the big plate, and added three packets of something in gravy... I opened two tins of salmon and tuna for the Burmese cat, and went back to the garden doors to try and get Percy to come in, and he did. I added a load of biscuits, put the food down for them, and I took the Burmese cat over the other side of the garden so that she could eat in peace. They were all very hungry, but because George was not there to suck everything up, I somehow stomached Percy. Jenny carried on eating, and when the Burmese cat had finished her food, she went over to the big plate to finish off what Percy did not want. Percy seemed strange today, he always headbuts me in my legs and purrs loudly, but today he did not do that... maybe he will be fine tomorrow. I am very tired little girl, so I might oversleep in the morning, but it should only be for about half an hour. 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