Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am sorry that I could not think of much else to tell you yesterday little girl, my dopey daft mind just went blank. To my surprise, poor Percy was still in when I went down there to the kitchen just before midday yesterday, and I was allowed a nice long cuddle before I put him out. I had taken Molly down there with me, and I left her in the hallway… little did I know, odd thingy had gone slithering off out with the smaller cart. Thankfully, I got Molly back up here before it came crashing through the big scary old door. I felt a lot better by then, but I am dreading the long walk to the vets and back the day after tomorrow, as Tiddles is heavy. It is not her fault, the evil old ogre once gave her four flea treatments in about three weeks, and she became very ill… she was on a lot of medication, but it made her put on weight, and she just cannot seem to shift it. She only eats special biscuits, one packet of that chicken soupy stuff, and a handful of treats a day… Molly has a handful of treats, and a packet of her posh food on an evening, so they eat about the same, only Molly is about three kilos. Even though I felt better yesterday, I still could not eat all of my mushroom soup and two buttered rolls last evening, apart from a few biscuits yesterday morning, that is all that I had all day. After I had taken Molly down to see my poor Mum last night, and had then gotten out of the way, Molly started wailing again… so I waited a while before taking her back downstairs, but I still got in the way. When I got back up here, I got into bed, and I thinkings that I had a good night, though I woke up around the same timings as I did the day before yesterday, at leastings I felt better than I felt yesterday. I gave Percy and George a good feedings, let George out with a big lumpings of ham, gave Percy a saucerful of ham with a good squirtings of salmony yogurty stuff on top, then got back up here out of the way before I was flattened. I gave poor Percy a pile of biscuits when I went back down to makings the coffee, but had to get out of the way quickly, as odd thingy was waiting for me to get oot the way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee into one of the rooms. My dopey daft mind has gone blank again little girl, so I have run out of things to tell you again… dopey me, I am sorry. We love you so much TopTops, we do love you little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX