Good morning beautiful Topsy. I ordered a load of catfood for Tiddles, Molly, Percy, and George the other day, and I made a point of telling my poor Mum in front of big wiggling ears, that a heavy bag of diet biscuits were coming for Tiddles. I did not want my poor Mum having to hobble to the door to bring in an 8kg bag, while something sat there gobbling, and someone else was stuck there playing blasted computer games… I would come down to get it. Of course, I could not, as something went running to the door, with their imaginary bad legs, and dragged the heavy box inside. When I went down there just before midday, I was told it struggled with the box, but that was not my fault. Poor Percy was still in, but wanted to go out as soon as I went in the kitchen, and after I had let him out, I came up here for something, made my poor Mum her tea, then got out the way much earlier than I usually do. Before I came up here, I apologised to my poor Mum for being in the way when the rest of the catfood came, and she told me not to be so daft. About three hours past midday, I got a message that a bloke was outside with the catfood, and as soon as I opened the door to go downstairs to get it, something started moaning and muttering that I was coming down AGAIN. I could not believe it, but there was even more unbelievableness to come when I went down there in the late afternoon. When I got down there, I fancied a quiche with four or five of the two great big bags of potato crockets that I had bought and had delivered just seven days beforehand. Of course, I could not, as they had both been grabbed and gobbled down, with four great big bags of chips, sixteen chicken and vegetable pies, three other pies, a pile of pork chops, and two great big lumps of pork. I wondered if my two quiches were still there, they were, but I was too angry to eat one. I had to make do with some coffee and walnut cake, and three jam tarts for my dinner, while even more stuff was grabbed from the fridge and slapped down. I did not have a very good night little girl, a weird noise woke me, and I was awake this morning half an hour before I used to get up at. Poor Percy and George ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors, and I gave them their food. I let George out with ham when she had finished, gave Percy his usual, then got back up here out the way. Percy had eaten his food when I went down there to make the coffee, and was crying for more, so after I had taken my poor Mum her coffee, where I had to get out the way quickly, I gave him another packet of food, and got up here out the way. Tiddles, Molly, Percy, and George are eating better than I do right now… it is a wonder that their food has not been grabbed and gobbled down. I said to Charlie that I feel very low, and all I could think of was telling her about more greediness, and it is the same here, but one thing has just popped in to my head. Once, when the evil old ogre was working nights, I had two cheeseburgers in the freezer that were meant for my dinner when I got home from working a twelve-hour day. When I got home, I found out that he had gobbled them both down with two eggs on top for his breakfast… I had nothing. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX