Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was another horrible day little girl, I know that it was horrible when Charlie and you were taken just over eighteen months apart, but since Charlie was taken, you, Salem, Jack, the Burmese cat, Jenny, poor Percy, and now poor Molly have been taken, and it is just not fair. I am feeling so low, I forgot to mention little you while I was going on about how many beautiful cats that we have lost since Charlie was taken, I thought that it was seven cats, but it is eight. Trust stupid me to get it wrong, that evil old ogre would call me an old dummy when I was a kid, and he was right, I cannot even work out how many beautiful cats we have lost in seven and a half years. I cannot seem to do anything right, when I went down there to see how George was doing, I thought that I would make my little sister her tea… in a normal house, that would not have been a problem. In this house though, I had done something wrong, and was sighed at, and moaned at when I took it in to her. ‘I did not want my tea yet,’ she moaned, so I went to throw it away, but it was grabbed out of my hand… just the same as any other rotten stinking day in this rotten stinking house, though I am mourning my beautiful little friend Molly as well, and I am being moaned at for shouting her name. I went down there to get a hot drink last evening, and big surprise, I was in the way, as it had been decided to cook a big pile of food when I went down there. Not before I went down there, ohh no, it had to be when I went down there, so out the way I had to get. The air was soon filled with the smell of sausages and eggs being cooked, and that was gobbled down with loads of bread and butter. Dopey me, I was lucky to find a packet of biscuits in a bag, so I ate six of them. The smell of eggs, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, and God knows what else filled the air this morning, all gobbled down with another great pile of bread and butter. All I have had is a mug of coffee, and no doubt, I will be in the way when more is gobbled down this evening. That evil old ogre ruined Christmas and Easter every year, just so he could get his own evil way, and have an argument… he would work up tension for weeks until he got his own way, and would grin like a lunatic when he did. I hated it little girl, but now, thanks to the way poor Molly was so cruelly and spitefully taken, I hate Christmas even more, and I did not think that could happen. I will try to go down there again soon, but not at the usual time just before midday, as I will somehow manage to be in the way again, I will try after midday… I will still get in the way though. Sorry for rattling on little girl. I love you and I miss you so much Topsy. XxX