Good morning beautiful Topsy. Yesterday was one of those awful days little girl, one of those days where you cannot find anywhere comfortable to settle down. One of those days when you would eventually find somewhere nice and cool to settle down, and a nasty, evil, piggy-eyed old ogre would ‘accidentally’ tread on your tail or paws, as he wanted to get there. It was worse than the day before little girl, only there were no mutated, deranged, lunatics screaming at the stinky old swamp. Even though there was no noise, I could not stay up here, as the new not so scary old fan had to go off, as I had it on full all night, so I had to go downstairs. I kept an eye out to see if any cats ate those chicken breasts, but there was no sign of George, Thomas, those big black and white cats, the white and black cat, or anything else. I tried to feed George at the usual time, but she was not there, but I kept looking, then when I put a film on to watch, she turned up. It was a waste of time though, as George hardly ate a thing, I would have thought that she would have had a go at those chicken breasts that were cooking in the heat. I scraped the food that George left, onto the saucer that Thomas uses, yet still nothing came along to eat it. I managed to eat a bowl of corn flakes last night, the first time that I had done so for six days, but I did not feel any better… I feel worse than I did three days ago, and I felt absolutely awful then. When I went down there one last time last night, I had one more look out there with a torch, but nothing had been touched, the only things that had been near the food, were dirty, filthy, disgusting odd flies. I got up here out the way quickly before I was flattened by the big scary old door, and just sat here watching the telly… it was too hot to even get on the bed, let alone get in it. My head finally hit the pillows well over an hour after it used to, and then I had to get back up for drink. I do not think I had a good night, I did not wake up until ten minutes after I used to get up, and poor George was not going to be very pleased with me. I was almost three hour late feeding her, and she had a right old go at me when I opened the garden doors, so I fed her straight away. George ate both packs of food this time, and wanted to go straight back out, but that tiny black and white cat was there, so George went out at the big scary old door… I am sure that I have just heard a lunatic. I gave the tiny cat a load if ham, made myself a mug of coffee, and got back up here out the way. I am sorry that this is not as long as the one yesterday little girl, but I have been writing away for almost four hours, and I am getting tired again. I will write to you again in the morning little girl. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too, you beautiful, brave, precious little girl. XxX