Good morning beautiful TopTops. I nearly forgot to come on here to you this morning little girl… I spent so long looking for the right food for Molly, that I put my ipaddy thingy away when I had eventually found what I wanted. It is called Gourmet Perle cat food pouches country medley, and the stupid delivering idiots where I usually buy it, insisted that I had always ordered a different one. It took ages to find a place with the correct food, as Molly usually has turkey, trout, game, and duck, and I always give poor Percy the duck. They sent a wrong box once, which had turkey, chicken, lamb, and duck, but Molly liked them at first, so I kept buying that for her. She has not been eating them lately though, even the chicken that I gave her last evening, so I tried to find the old one when I had finished on her with Charlie this morning. I usually buy it from the dopey place for £30, but seeing as they refused to sell me the one that I wanted, I had to go elsewhere, and that cost £40… but if Molly enjoys it, it will be worth it. Yesterday was horrible little girl, that big chomping, champing, gobbling lump finally got the argument that it has been after since before Christmas, and I only found out about it yesterday afternoon when she barged me out of the way twice when I tried to get downstairs. I did not say anything to the spoilt, grinning coo, as that is what it would have been waiting for, just as that evil old ogre would have. I was just worried about my poor Mum, and come to think about it, that big lump has been after an argument since my poor Mum came out of hospital… my other sister tried to ignore the coo, but it goes on and on and on until it finally makes you snap, and then it will grin like a deranged clown, just like the old ogre. She is stuck at home too because of this blasted lockdown thing, and that could go on for another two months… she almost drove me up the wall last year with her nastiness, but I managed to stay calm. This time she will do something to make me snap, like accidentally eating my spaghetti or mushroom soup, or even accidentally gobbling down the tins of scotch broth that I have bought my poor Mum, that was something that the old ogre would do. Anyway, cobblers to her, I had a good sleep last night, was awake on time this morning, and when I got down there to the kitchen, and had opened the garden doors, George came barging in first. Poor Percy then came in, heedbutted my leg, and I got them both something to eat, then gave them a load of ham, and after that, George went out with a load more ham. I left poor Percy with a saucerful of ham, then got back up here out of the way. When I went back down to make some tea, poor Percy was purring and knitting away on Charlie’s chair by the scary old washing machine. I could not stay down there long though, as something was waiting for me to get out of their snorting way. I will probably have the same problem just before midday, though not as bad as it was with the old ogre. He would use his stopwatch on me, and if I was not out of the way by a certain time, I would be barged out of the way… and an overweight old ogre thundering along the hallway to deliberately smash into you is not a nice thing. Little you would know that, seeing as he was always accidentally treading on yours, Tibby’s, Charlie’s, and all the other little cats tails and feet. We do love you TopTops, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX