Good morning beautiful Toppy. Yesterday was about the same as any other day little girl, I was starving by late yesterday afternoon, but I only had enough time to get some spaghetti ready for the evening when I went down there to the kitchen, then I had to get out the way. At least I did not choke when I ate my bowl of spaghetti, but I was so hungry that I could have eaten another bowlful… of course, I could not have gone downstairs again. A large articulated ogress was charging up and down the hallway, and had I dared to go down there, I would have been flattened. By the time that I was going to take Molly down to see my poor Mum, she had got to the back of her catcave, and after I had got out of the way yet again, I sat here for a while. I did not feel as tired as I usually do, and it was not so cold, but I still got into bed to read. It took ages for me to fall asleep, then I was awake again, I had a terrible night, and was awake early this morning. When I got down to the kitchen, another great big pile of cardboard had been stuffed on top of the new cardboard and paper bin, which was already full… even though I had said that the big bin was was full to the top. If that was not enough, there was another great big pile of tins just left there for dopey daft me to take out. Most of the tins were empty cream tins, and the thirty tins that I bought just before Christmas are getting less and less each day. When I opened the garden doors, poor Percy and George ran in, and it was absolutely pouring down… I could not take the tins out there, and I suppose that I will get muttered at for that when I go downstairs next. I gave poor Percy and George a good feed, and then some ham, they are now down to the last big box. I had to wait until George had gone out before I gave poor Percy his ham, and then I had to get back up here out of the way. When I went back down to make some tea, I had just enough time to grab some biscuits from the fridge before I had to get out of the way again… but just as I sat down here, Molly came across the bed, then went to her tray for one of her big pooey things. I cannot understand why she always does it to me when I am eating. I will have to let poor Percy out soon, but at least it has stopped raining, and that means I will have to take those blasted tins out, and then there will be more there tomorrow too. I wonder what is going to happen when those tins of cream start running out… I can be sure that a certain guzzling, chomping, selfish odd thing will be guzzling the last two or three down. 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