Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was not very good little girl, even though it was my poor Mum’s birthday, arguments were still brewing, the main one being that I had dared to ask for platefuls of fried gobbling’s to be delayed just a few minutes. The bakery bloke was bringing a very expensive cake that I had ordered for my poor Mum, and he said that he would bring it at 10:30, and that is just when the sizzling starts… I thought that it would not be too much to ask. Of course, when I dared to go downstairs just as the bakery bloke arrived with the cake, red angry faces were in the kitchen, and fried breakfasts were sizzling away. All I had dared to ask for were a few minutes of Sunday morning’s gobbling time, and I could not even have that. I took the cake in the dining room to show my poor Mum, but she was not there, though something else was, and all six of its big greedy eyes soon swivelled around and saw the cake. It was probably already looking forward to a great big lump of the cake, even though it had not shovelled down any huge breakfasts, or gigantic dinners yet. Space had to be made in the fridge, and of course, it was my stuff that was shoved out of the way. Stuff wrapped up in blasted foil, that will be just left there, and empty cake boxes that nobody can be bothered to throw away was left there… I only tidied the fridge a few weeks ago, but already it is a mess. Stuff is just shoved in there any-old-how, and should I dare to want to keep carrot cakes, milkshakes, or ciders in there, all sorts of moaning is made. I had to get out of the way so those huge breakfasts to be shovelled down, and I had to get out of the way as soon as I went down to the kitchen just before midday. When I got back up here, that screaming little coo from over the back there started… and the screaming was worse than the day before. I had to get out of the way late yesterday afternoon, as more gobbling’s were waiting to be chomped, champed, and gulped down, and when I went down there for my one meal of the day, which was noodles, I had to get out of the way then as well. When I went down there last night to get out pf the way with Molly, I got a drink from the fridge, and saw that a huge lump of my poor Mum’s cake had been grabbed… much too much for her to have had, if she got any that is. I had another horrible night, was awake early again this morning, and it was pointless trying to get back to sleep, so I got up. Percy and George were waiting at the garden doors when I got down there, and I gave them a good feed, let George out with ham, gave poor Percy his usual, then got back up here out of the way. It was the usual thing when I went back down there to make the coffee, as something large, greedy, and hairy was waiting for me to get out the way. Molly was nowhere to be seen since I had got up, but there she was, waiting by the chair when I got in here, so I pretended not to have seen her, and sat down. She soon tried to get me to notice her, yet a few days ago, she was ignoring me because I had dared to give her some flea-treatment. I gave her some biscuits, but it looks as if she has the hump with me again… I wonder what it is that I have not done this time. I love you, and I miss you so much Topsy. XxX