Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was a much better day little girl, I spent almost three hours downstairs with my poor Mum and little sister, while Molly stayed in the kitchen in case something suddenly came crashing through the big scary old door, and accidentally let her out. It was nice to be allowed down there, but just before three hours after midday, I thought that I had better get back up here out of the way, and I carried Molly up here. I had just about gotten sat down here, when through the big scary old door something came crashing. Dopey daft me went and got noodles ready last evening, and of course, I choked on them halfway through… this evening, I am having mushroom soup, and I do not care if something is waiting for me to get out of the way. I fed poor Percy and George this morning, let George out with ham, and gave poor Percy his usual ham and salmon before getting up here. I gave him more ham when I went down to make the coffee, and then a packet of Molly’s food before I took my poor Mum’s coffee into her… of course, there was something waiting for each to get out of its snorting, barging, gobbling way. I have been searching for some more chicken soup for Tiddles… but some idiot with a beard, tight jeans, and a degree in being an w@?%#$ has decided to put two chicken and two chicken with vegetables in a small fiddly box. They used to come in two thin boxes, and cost £32 for sixty four packets of this food, now they want almost double, and they come with so much blasted cardboard, it drives me up the wall. However, something else that makes me even angrier is that I cannot find any anywhere. I am so wound up that I cannot think of what else to tell you little girl, I am sorry. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful; brave little girl. XXXXXX