Good morning beautiful Topsy. I had another awful day yesterday little girl, just as the other thirty-one have been, but being a month since poor Molly was so cruelly taken from me, it was even worse. She should still be on my knees, asking for biscuits, laid at her favourite place on the bed, or on one of her her nests, not out there, laid to rest in the gardens. I am almost crying now little girl, in fact I am now, as I miss her so much, and I think that it is going to drive me out of my mind. I cannot get over her being here one second, crying out so terribly the next, and then be gone. I just keep getting the image in my head of Molly crying out so terribly, me asking her what was up, then dropping to my knees and crying on her. The image keeps repeating itself, and I keep shouting out for Molly, I keep calling her, and sometimes I just pick up her biscuit tub and rattle it, hoping that she will come running across the bed to me, and it will all have been an awful nightmare. I thought that reading through the things that I typed out to Charlie when she was so cruelly taken might help, and it did a little bit at first. I was telling her about the Burmese cat, Percy, Jenny, Molly, George, Salem, and Jack… but I was also telling Charlie about the unbelievable things that the evil old ogre would do. He would stand right outside my door, and let out three or four great big filthy disgusting burps, or come onto the landing just before I went downstairs and cough and splutter for all he could. I was ill for three months because of that, my poor Mum was ill for four, and nobody would believe us when we told them. When he thumped me for the first time before I was three, I told him that I was going to tell, and I was told that nobody would believe me. I did not tell anyone, but the evil old ogre was right, nobody believed anything I told them about him when I got older… now I have him bouncing around in my head, and I had a terrible time trying to get to sleep last night. Something was waiting for me to get out of the way at midday, the late afternoon, and was even waiting to wash its great plates when I went down there get my noodles ready for last evening. I had forgotten that the evil old ogre would either be waiting for me to get out of his way, barge me out of the way, or come crashing through the big scary old door whenever I dared to go downstairs. How he knew that I would be level with the big scary old door, or had just got in the kitchen, I shall never know. Something makes sure that it keeps the tradition going though, I just about managed to get up here the other day when it came crashing through the big scary old door… I was going to go down to the kitchen, but changed my mind. Because him and something else did not want me downstairs, I got so bored up here, especially stuck in that tiny room all day, as I got older I bought a telly, but they would always go wrong, as if someone had fiddled with them, the same happened with videos. Then I had Charlie to talk to up here, which helped a lot, then we moved in here nearly ten years ago, but just two years and three months to the day later, Charlie was taken in a cowardly way. Molly was just a kitten when I laid Charlie to rest in the gardens, and after a while, she started visiting me, sometimes staying for twelve hours, then she moved in with me one year and one month to the day after I had lost Charlie. Now after just six years, five months, and twelve days of being with me, Molly was taken. Strangely enough, George has been rubbing herself around my legs, and meowing to me than she usually does. I have always fed her and stroked her, I just got angry at times because she would eat all the other cats food, even after having a big feed herself. Even now, she will eat six or seven packets of food in a day, Charlie, Molly, and you just ate one packet a day, and had some biscuits. Poor Tiddles just has one small packet of chicken soup and some biscuits. George stayed in again last night, which was nice, but whenever some stupid old human bang-bang-bangs on the big scary old door, she gets frightened, and wants to go out. I have been typing away since before seven little girl, and have run out of things to say. I forgot to tell Charlie and Molly that I have to go to the hospital to have a scan on my stupid head tomorrow, and I already know that I am going to get a good soaking. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX