Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am sorry about yesterday little girl, I felt low all day, and forgot to tap anything down. It has now been two weeks that poor Percy has been missing, and I do not want to think the worst, but that is all I am thinking about. I just want to hear him meowing out there, and I would be down those stairs as quickly as I could, I do not care if I was in the way, and I would be. I had the usual old stuff yesterday, and George came round just after I had got up here out the way. She was crying out there late yesterday afternoon, so when I got down there, I opened the garden doors, called her, and she came flying inside. I gave her a tin of poor Percy’s salmon with a melting heart, I used to get him the chicken one, but just after I started to buy them for him, the shelves were completely cleared. I had to get out the way quickly, so as soon as George had finished, I washed the saucer, and was back up here out of the way… nasty old scary fireworks were going off. I was so hungry by last evening, I had to have a bowl of noodles, and as usual, dopey me had forgotten what happens. I got out the way as quickly as I could with Molly last night, was in bed as soon as I could, and was asleep quickly as well. I was soon awake again though, and one time when I woke up, my teeth were chattering as they were last year, but that was a month earlier, and I was in the hallway. When I woke up early this morning, I could hardly move, so I went back to sleep, and overslept by ten minutes. I felt much better as I got out of bed, and as I did so, I saw Molly waiting to get laid down where I had been sleeping. George was crying at the garden doors when I got down there, and I so hoped that poor Percy would come running in when I opened them, but he did not. George was all whirry, she ate four packets of food, and I let her out with a big lump of ham, but it looked as if it was going to rain, and I asked her if she wanted to come back inside… she ran in, and went under Charlie’s chair by the scary old washing machine. That is what she did last winter, while poor Percy curled up on the chair. I went back down there to see how she was doing, then when I went back down to make the coffee, George wanted to go out when my poor Mum came in the kitchen. I came back up here for Molly, and she played in the kitchen, but something was waiting for me to get out the way, so I took my poor Mum’s coffee in to her, got some biscuits from the fridge, and got back up here with Molly and a big mug of hot coffee. Yesterday was not as noisy as I thought it would be, although that grinning maniac set off that blasted smoke-alarm so many times, I forgot how many. I just hope that those swamp things do not have another one of their family orgy parties this afternoon, evening, night, and tomorrow morning like they did last week, as it was absolutely awful. It is pouring down right now, so when I get back down there just before midday, I will have another look out for poor Percy and George. I love you so much Topsy, and I miss you so much too you brave little girl. XxX