Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was a much better day little girl, it was a lot cooler than it has been, though there was still the same noises from over there at the stinky old swamp. Molly was being mischievous, but apart from the savage growling’s and snarling’s from over there at the stinky old swamp, things were fine. I had to get out of something’s way as soon as I dared to go downstairs, but I stupidly thought things would be okay. Of course, that was not going to happen, and as I went down there to get some noodles, something had decided to go in the downstairs bathroom a few minutes beforehand… a favourite trick that the evil old ogre used to play on me. He used to do the same thing when I first started work, and I had to get up at 5am, so I would not be in his way an hour later. One morning I got up at the usual time, and the spiteful old barstool had got up a few minutes before me. In there the evil old ogre was, most probably grinning to himself when he heard me coming down the stairs. It certainly meant that I could not go into the kitchen to get some tea and toast, as he would just come barging in there, pushing me out of the way, and not saying a word. I had to leave here without getting any tea or toast, I was muttered to about having that, and I could not have anything to eat until the evening… I was muttered to about that as well for being greedy. After I had got out of its way again last night with Molly, I was not as angry as I had been, I was so angry that I thought that I would have a restless night. I had a good night for a change, and woke up this morning just ten minutes early, with no sign of Molly anywhere. I fed Percy and George, let George out with ham, have Percy his usual, then got back up here. By the time that I went back down there to make the coffee, Molly had still not appeared, and of course, a snorting odd thing was waiting for me to get out of its cow-clapping way when I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her. I gave poor Percy a packet of Molly’s food, then got up here, expecting to see Molly waiting… she was not. She waited until I went to bite a biscuit, then came sliding down the front of that big cupboard over there, came ploughing across the bed, across my lap, and onto the floor… expecting me to know that she wanted biscuits. I have not had a whirr, purr, wow, or meow out of her yet, but when she sees my sister later, she will go wow-wow-wowing to her as fast as she can, and let her pick her up with no biting’s or clawing’s. Some screaming has started over the back there, but I do not know if it is that screaming little coo… it is getting hotter too, I hope that it is not as bad as the other day. I love you TopTops, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX