Good morning beautiful Topsy. Dopey daft me was so tired the day before yesterday, I put the shopping list in the wrong pocket, and when I got to the big shoppy place, I thought I had forgotten it. I bought the stuff that I thought was needed, but ohhh no, there was much more needed, so I had to go back for more yesterday… and that caused a bit of trumpeting. Poor Percy was still in when I got back yesterday, but he wanted to go out s few minutes later. I am worried about Percy, I think there is something wrong with him, but there is nothing that I can do about it, as he belongs to that evil old trolloping swamp-witch. We have fed him and all the other cats since they were kittens, and they were always hungry, but they all belon to that heartless, evil old trollop. I was starving last evening, but could only eat the last lemon slice things that I had bought… I tried to buy more yesterday, but a greedy odd human had grabbed the lot. I have just remembered having a horrible headache yesterday afternoon, but buy the time I had to get out the way with Molly last night, it had gone. I was very tired though, and was hoping for a good nights sleep, but I do not know if I had one or not. I was awake very early, and tried to get back to sleep, but as usual, it was hopeless… I was worried about poor Percy, and got up. When I opened the garden doors, George ran in, but there was no sign of Percy. I went out there to call him, and he suddenly ran past my legs, into the kitchen, and I gave them their food. George went out with ham, I gave Percy his usual, then got back up here before I was flattened. Poor Percy wanted to go out when I went back down there to make the coffee, and I could not force him to stay, so off he went… and seeing as something was waiting for me to get out the way, back up here I had to get as soon as I could. I had just got sat down when I heard the squawking’s of a lesser-brained lunatic, and then dogs from over the back there started with their hour long barking sessions. The rest of the day will most probably be terrible little girl, a dog with a high-pitched bark has just started, and that idiot will start again around midday. And there we go, the screaming idiot is off… maybe someone has shot it. I love you Topsy, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XXXXX