Good morning beautiful Topsy. Even after feeding George three packets of food when I got in yesterday, she was still crying for more when I went back down there to get my noodles for last evening. I could not ignore her, as her crying was doing my head in, so I had to let her in for another packet. I did not have a very good night, thanks to the cowardly, filthy, gobbling, pigging mouse that took almost two months to show its spineless face after poor Molly was cruelly taken away. I cannot believe that the blasted thing can make so much noise, and I have three traps in here, filled with cat biscuits, but the stinking thing will not go in any of them. I have ordered some peppermint oil spray, I do not know what it does to them, but I am hoping that it chokes them… I have given them chance after chance with the humane traps, next time, I will but the old fashioned ones. I can hear the blasted thing right now, creeping around near two of the traps. The walk to,the hospital and back was awful, with my heel hurting, and having to get in and out of everyones barging way again. My poor Mum is getting better, she just does not like the horrible food that they are serving up each day… the only nice things are the yogurts. I had to leave an hour early today, and it took me well over an hour to hobble home, but I could only feed George, there was no sign of that little black cat, who my poor Mum has called Thomas. I do not know what that blasted thing can be doing, but poor Molly did try to tell me, and dopey me did not take any notice. I am sorry that I have not got much to say little girl, but I am tired, hungry, and angry. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX