Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was a much better little girl, but each time I went down there to the kitchen and looked out there in the gardens for the little squirrel, I saw a greedy fat pig-eon stuffing its greedy fat beak. It got me very angry, especially as each time I went down there, something was waiting for me to get out of its gobbling way. After I had been down there and then had to get out of the way late yesterday afternoon, I started to get hungry. I had to have big bowl of noodles last evening, and even as I was making them, something was waiting to come thundering down the hallway… I was still hungry after I had eaten them, but that would have to do. Not long before I was going to go down there to get out of the way with Molly, a huge blood-curdling scream rang out in the darkness, and that was it, as that crazed lunatic from the stinky old swamp squawked and screamed like nothing we have heard before. Thankfully, it was lassoed and recaptured after about half an hour, but during that time, it was awful, truly awful. It was quiet by the time that I went down there to get out of the way with Molly, I was expecting that lunatic to start up at any moment, thankfully, it did not. I hoped that I would have a good nights sleep, I was awake at least three times, but was not awake as early as I was yesterday. I cannot remember George running in when I opened the garden doors, but I do remember poor Percy. He was meowing at the big old gate, so I let him in, he rubbed himself around my legs, and came in with me. George was there, and I gave them their food, let George out with ham when she had furnished, gave poor Percy his usual, then got up here out the way. I did go back down there to see Percy, and he jumped down from Charlie’s chair by the fridge, and meowed at me… he did the same again when I went back down to make the coffee, but dopey daft me just thought he was being friendly. Poor Percy, he had wanted to go out, and dopey me had got it wrong… when I went back down there he had pooed on the floor. It was awful, but dopey me had cleared it away before my poor Mum came in the kitchen, though something was already waiting for me to get out of its snorting way. When I took my poor Mum her coffee, there it was stuck there, fidgeting away, waiting for me to get out of its way. Molly had come down with me, so I went to get her, then got out of the way. I have a feeling that that highly decorated lunatic is going to start early today little girl, and it will be another one of those twelve-hour nut-nut days. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX