Good morning beautiful Topsy. The ogress changed her mind about going out early yesterday, but changed her snorting mind again when I went downstairs just before midday yesterday. I had just enough time to make some coffee, then I had to get back up here out of her way so that she could go trundling off out. I had to get out of her way again when I went down there to the kitchen late yesterday afternoon as well. I did not have time to get anything to eat, not even a bit of cheese, so by the time that I went down there last evening, I was very hungry. I had choked on my soup the evening before, and she had barged me out of the way the afternoon before that, so I had only eaten two cheese rolls and a few biscuits in three days. Last evening, I fancied a bowl,of spaghetti, after all, I had staggered back here with four tins of it a few weeks beforehand. There was a problem though, I could not find any, as she had slapped down three whole tins to her greedy fat self… she had a whole tin on top of her huge fried breakfast last Sunday, and that was the last tin, the last of four that I had bought for myself. I could not believe it little girl, she has gone out of her way to annoy me this past eleven days, ever since I dared to go downstairs during the night, and got in her snorting way. God knows what the next couple of weeks are going to be like little girl, I can here her now yanking the lights on and off in the downstairs bathroom and kitchen, and the troublemaking coo knows that it annoys me. I was so angry last evening, and was not going to have anything to eat… I really wanted to have a go at the spoilt coo, but that would only have upset my poor Mum, and I did not want that to happen. I made do with a couple of cheese rolls, as I was so hungry, but I had really wanted something hot, though thanks to that spoilt, greedy odd thing, I had to go without. After I had gotten out of its snorting way again last night, I got into bed, but because I was so angry, I did not have a good night yet again. I was awake early again this morning, so I got up to feed poor Percy and George… I even managed to get down to the kitchen without getting in any thing’s way. That blasted thing was snoring away in bed like an old walrus, and when I got down there to the kitchen, there was more blasted tins just left there for me to take out there to the bin. As I opened the garden doors to take them out there, poor Percy ran in with George, and when I got out there, that tiny black kitten was already waiting… at that time of the morning. I was allowed to stroke it, but then it ran off. I gave Percy and George a good feed, then they had some ham, and after I had let George out, I left Percy curled up on Charlie’s chair by the scary old washing machine. I had to put poor Percy out when I went back down to make some coffee, and then I had to get out of her blasted way yet again. She is supposed to be going out soon, but will most probably change her gobbling mind yet again, just in case she misses something. We do love you Topsy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX