Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am so sorry that I keep forgetting to come on here to Charlie and you little girl. I am walking further than I was when I walked to the other hospital, as I have to keep leaving the ward. I am always in the way, so I walk up and down the stairs. I must have been up and down them more than 1,600 times in the past seven days, and I have been 42 times already this morning. I ran out of catfood yesterday morning, a big box of 120 was supposed to be delivered the day before yesterday, but of course, it did not arrive. I went into town early yesterday morning, and bought a small box of catfood, but did not realise that it was in gravy until I got back and opened it. The poor Burmese cat, poor Percy, poor Jenny, Salem and Jack would have eaten it, but not George. George turned her nose up at it, so I had to give her a big box of ham instead. I then had to go to the hospital, and had only been there a few minutes before I had to get out of the way… it is worse than being at home. I went up and down more than 200 stairs again yesterday. Sonething was not there when I got home yesterday, but it soon came crashing through the big scary old door, and went to the hospital. I did not hear it leaving though, as it slithered out as quietly as it possibly could. I was so tired last evening, I fell asleep twice in the chair. I still woke up during the night though, and I was awake this morning about fifty minutes before I was on that horrible Tuesday morning, one-hundred and fourteen days ago. I got up, and when I opened the garden doors, George ran in all frightened… as Thomas was at her. George ate her usual three packets of food, and Thomas ate two of the gravy ones… she had another when I left. I am very surprised that I have been able to write to Charlie and you this morning little girl, hopefully, I will be able to do the same tomorrow. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave little girl. XxX