Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was just as awful as the other days have been since Molly was taken, I cannot help feeling as I do. Had I been feeling as I do right now when I was a kid, I would have gotten a thump from the evil old ogre, and told to grow up… I cannot help loving animals, they have always come to me. The evil old ogre had caught me cuddling the Burmese cat, Jenny, and Percy, and was furious, as whenever he went anywhere near them, they would run away as fast as they could. When I was taking Charlie to see that nice lady vet, I had to leave the room while Charlie had injections. I sat next to a posh human, and her dog came up to me, and let me stroke it… the posh woman looked at me all horrified and twisty-lipped, and I asked what I had done wrong. She told me that her dog did not like men, and by then, I could go back in to see Charlie, I cannot help it if animals like me. That human that came banging at the door yesterday, went into the kitchen, and scared George so much, she went out. I looked for her when I was allowed back down there at midday, I was in the way, but when I took my poor Mum her cup of tea. I asked if I could come back down in the late afternoon. I wanted to see if George was alright, and I had some rubbish to put in the bin, which in any normal house, would not have been a problem. It was a horrible afternoon, I kept having flashbacks to that horrible morning with Molly, and went down there to the kitchen a couple of minutes earlier than I should. I had just about managed to get safely into the kitchen, when something came crashing through the big scary old door backwards. It is horrifying enough when it comes crashing through forwards, but backwards is something else… had I been going past with Molly at the usual time, Molly would have got out, and I would have been flattened. It is some kind of ogre thing that is handed down, and I am so glad that it has skipped past me, as I do not know how it manages to do it. That human who has started to come and see my poor Mum whenever I just happen to be downstairs, or have just got out of the way, came early yesterday… just as my poor Mum had finished her fourth day of something with chips. That meant that I could have a bowl of noodles, and that was the third this week, the most I have had in about six weeks. When I had finished, I was very hot, as the big oven was roaring away, so I had to open the big window, and take that big old woolly jumper off. By the time I had to get out of the way last night, I was freezing, and got into bed earlier than usual, hoping that I would have a good nights sleep. I can only remember waking up once, and that was this morning, when I woke up early, so I just laid there until I felt like getting up. When I got down there to the kitchen, George was crying at the garden doors, and came rushing in when I opened them. I gave her two packets of food, then another two, and then she wanted to go out. I waited for her to see if she would come back in, and she did, so I got back up here out the way. She wanted to go back out when I checked on her, but came back in for another packet of food when I went to make the coffee. When she had eaten that, she wanted to go back out, and I hung around as long as I could, but she would not come back in… I had to go, as something was waiting to come barging down the hallway. While my poor Mum was in hospital, and I was ill, I kept out the way as much as I could. I cannot think of anything else to tell you little girl, I am sorry. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX