Good morning beautiful TopTops. Things were no better yesterday little girl, and seeing as it is coming up to the anniversary of brave little you crossing the Rainbow Bridge, mentioning poor Molly to my little sister only makes her worse than it does reminding her of poor Girl. I tried to call the Blue Cross three times, but thought that they would reject the call, just as those nasty odd humans did when I was trying to call the hospital to see how my poor Mum was doing. I managed to eat some more biscuits last evening, more than I did the evening before, though I feel so guilty stuffing my face. That evil old ogre would say that to me whenever he caught me eating, he would have gladly watched me starve, and ate my food to himself, than let me eat it. Eventually, he did the same thing to my poor Mum and little sister… although my poor Mum knew what he was like, she did not know what I meant when I told her that he might catch me with food, until he caught her eating a sandwich. Eating once every day, or two days was not good enough for him, he would have rather we did not eat at all, then he and something else could gobble down all the food. Sometimes, they would both even help themselves to the food that I had bought and payed for for myself… I would be told ‘tuff, we are still hungry,’ and I would have to go without. I went down there to get Charlie a bowl of biscuits one evening, he caught me by the stairs, and snarled at me ‘stuffing your face again I see.’ I told him that they for Charlie, but he just replied ‘a likely story,’ I even offered him one, but I cannot remember if he took any. I am babbling on again little girl, it has been one week since poor Molly crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and I feel as bad as I did when I dropped to my knees and burst into tears… it was a terribly cruel thing to happen to poor Molly, no warning, just taken. I know other humans loose their beloved pets, but in the past seven and a half years in has been Charlie, you, then Molly. In between then, Salem and Jack disappeared, the Burmese cat went missing, I found Jenny in the front gardens three years ago, and two months ago, poor Percy disappeared as well, and I miss them all. Poor Blackie came around one evening to see my poor Mum, then he disappeared as well, but I cannot remember if that was before, or after you were taken… I shall have to ask my poor Mum. I hope that they do not put another spluttering old woman next to her, she should be home soon little girl. I cannot think of anything else to tell you little girl, if anyone reads this, they will probably be fed up with me going on about Molly… but when a beautiful cat chooses you to be with, and then is taken, it is such an awful shock. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX