Good morning little girl. Yesterday morning and afternoon were different for a change, though everything changed last night when I dared to ask my poor Mum why she was not watching a film that she liked. She was not even given the chance to reply to me, as my other sister, who had been sitting there playing blasted computer games all day, butted in. "I am sorry I am playing my game" was bellowed at me so loudly, I almost fell over backwards. She has been knocking and knocking for a new computer game thing for months now, and is expecting for dopey daft me to have somehow managed to get her one for Christmas, even after what she did last night. She is in for a big surprise though though, only a few odd humans are allowed to have them, and I am certainly not one of them… so I am going to be hated even more come this time next week. I left the room before she started smashing things, got hold of Molly, and went to get out of the way. As I was passing the door, I heard her swearing, moaning, and muttering… all this because I had asked my poor Mum why she was not watching a film that she liked. I was so tired yesterday that I was almost falling asleep, and I had been hoping for a good nights sleep, but that was not going to happen, not after the bellowing that I had been given. It took ages for me to fall asleep, and when I finally had, something woke me, then again, and then again… I think someone was out there on the landing, but I am not sure. I overslept by twenty minutes this morning, and I really did not want to get up, but poor Percy and George were waiting. When I got down there to the kitchen, I opened the garden doors, and they both ran in together, and that tiny black kitten was waiting out there. I gave Percy and George their food, I gave the kitten a saucer of Molly’s posh lamb stuff, and when Percy and George had finished, they had some ham. When I let George out, the kittens saucer was almost cleared, but there was no sign of the kitten. I left poor Percy curled up on Charlie’s chair, and the rest of his ham on a saucer… but I had to let him out when I went back downstairs to make some coffee. I had to get out of the ogresses way, and was back up here quickly, though I did manage to grab a few biscuits. It looks like I will be having another lonely Christmas stuck up here out of the way little girl, I will be too feared to dare to go downstairs, Molly will be curled up at the back of her catcave, and all I will have for company will be some booze and a box-knife. I thought that this Christmas would have been different little girl, but I had to open my big mouth last night. My poor Mum and I 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