Good morning beautiful Topsy. All sorts of sounds were coming from around here yesterday little girl, that screaming little coo from over the back there, at least four different dogs, and from the stinky old swamp, came some sounds that humans have never heard before. I cannot remember much else, just the usual things, and when I got down to the kitchen last evening, and was getting my noodles ready, George came wowling at the garden doors. I let her in, then Percy came galloping in, so I had to let them out, and put food out there for them, as something was already waiting for me to get out the way. I was very hungry, as I had only had carrot cake the evening before, and I was glad to get up here to eat them. When I went down there to bring Molly up here last night, the blasted thing was waiting for me to get out the way again… I kept it waiting as long as I could, then got back up here. Getting into bed I can just about remember, and was awake a few times, but got up this morning when I woke up early. There was no sign of Molly, and poor Percy ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors… George dithered around until I had her food ready, then came whirring inside. For some daft reason, they ate each others food, even though it is exactly the same, and when George had finished, I let her out with lumps of ham. I gave Percy his usual, then got back up here, and still there was no sign of Molly. She had still not come bounding out of the middle of nowhere when I went back down there to make the coffee, and of course, there was a great Aberdeen Angus type of thing waiting for me to get out the way again. Percy had eaten his food, so I got one of those posh goldy tins of salmony melty things for him… some old walrus had been grabbing all the chickeny ones. I gave poor Percy his food after I had taken my poor Mum’s coffee into her, then up here I had to get, and waiting on the arm of the chair was Molly. Of course, it was not dopey daft me she wanted to see, she wanted some biscuits, so I gave her some, and she has not been near me since. It was nice and quiet out there little girl, but it sounds as if someone over the back there is vacuuming their lawn, then I heard a blackbird whistling what I have been whistling. Now it sounds as if they have an even bigger vacuum cleaner, why do people around here have to make so much noise. I can feel that rotten odd headache slithering along again little girl, I hope that it is not as it was the other day. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX