Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was as bad as it usually is little girl, and then in the afternoon it got worse, when a pile of pointy-chinned, mullet-haired, wide-nosed, piggy-eyed lunatics suddenly arrived in the lane with great big cakeholes. I do not know who was the worst, them, or that screaming little coo from over the back there… I could understand if someone was chasing her around the garden with a chainsaw buzzing away, but they are not. The irritating little coo just screams for the sake of screaming. Molly has not been eating the food that I usually buy her, so I have bought her different stuff, some them are those small tins that Charlie once liked. She liked them so much that I bought about fifty for her, and then she went off of them… Blackie, Salem, and Jack enjoyed them though. There is salmon with a melting heart, and chicken with a melting heart, but she will not touch either of them. And that is along with all the other stuff that I have bought her. I think that I will try the old stuff on her tonight just to see what she will do.When she first started coming here as a kitten, she would eat the same food as the poor Burmese cat, poor Jenny, Percy, and George… now she would not even look at a saucer of it. I gave her a saucer of whisker licking chicken paté the other night, it was like that chicken and rice food that Charlie and you used to eat. She did not touch it, but I think that Percy and George would have eaten it with no problem, though just lately, they have been finishing their food on a morning. George does not even wait for any ham when I let her out, she did not even come crying at the garden doors for food yesterday, which was strange. Someone else must be feeding them like before, but whoever it was last time, soon got fed up with having to do so. I have just heard some great big cakeholes out there in the lane, so that sounds as if today has been ruined inside and out. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX