Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am sorry about the past few days little girl, I am still feeling unwell, and I am still very tired, even after sleeping a lot more than I have been this past week. We had been told that there would be one of those good old fashioned, thundering old thunderstorms at the beginning of the week, but nothing happened on the first day. On the next day, it was supposed to be here at midday, but it kept being moved to the next hour, until it was almost evening. When I went down there to the kitchen to make myself a couple of cheese and pickle sandwiches, it was so dark, I had to turn the lights on, and then I heard it raining. The rain was very heavy, but in the time it took me to go up the hallway, and come back into the kitchen, it had stopped… the thunderstorm lasted less than a few minutes. I do not know how those lying odd weathering people can get away with lying to us, and how comes they always get the hot weather right. I got a call from my poor Mum two days ago, as she was worried about dopey me. She knows that I would not have tried to call her, not after what happened after that spluttering old crow made her ill just as she was about to come out of hospital late last year. I caught the horrible thing as well, so I could not go to see my poor Mum, but it did give me a week with poor Molly. I was calling my Mum on an evening, but the nurses got fed up with me calling, and kept rejecting my calls. It infuriated me so much, especially one evening when my calls were rejected at least eight times, poor Molly was crying, and I shouted at her, I did apologise though. The next morning, just after I had got dressed, Molly ran across the bed to greet me, I kissed her, said good morning, turned my back, and Molly let out that terrible scream… she was taken from me in just a few seconds. I hated getting rejected calls before then, now I despise them, and would like to really hurt rotten humans. I took a chance yesterday morning, and called my poor Mum, and was passed around just as I was done at the hospitals, and that rotten odd care-less home that they shoved her in last time. I thought that my call would have been rejected, but it was not, and I was able to talk to my poor Mum again. Something left here about an hour before midday, and after I had finished writing to Charlie, I went downstairs… I was supposed to come on here to little you first, but dopey me forgot. That was not the only thing that I forgot though little girl, the day before, I forgot to call the Blue Cross to talk about Molly, as it was thirty-nine weeks since she had been so cruelly and spitefully taken away from me. If that was not enough, I forgot to call them yesterday too, as it was nine months since Molly was taken… I had the phone charging away right in front of me, and I still forgot. That evil old ogre was right to tell me that I was a useless old dumb-dumb when I was a kid. I did not want to get up an hour earlier this morning than I have been, but I had to take the bottles round to the front of the house. George ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors, I have been feeding her nearly three hours later this week than I usually do, but she had to wait until I took the bottles round to the front of the house. There was no other cats out there, I have not seen Thomas for a week now, and she is always out there waiting to be fed… when I got back, I fed George. I had to go out to the chemist earlier, the first time that I have been out in five days, and I was still staggering everywhere. I was caught at one side of that nasty, scary old blasted road going there, and both sides coming back… as soon as I was across, it was clear both ways. I sat down for half an hour, and then took poor Tiddles to the vets for a check-up, and as I was almost at the door, some great lump came waddling along, and barged me out of the way, I could not believe it. I was supposed to see that nice lady vet at 10:15, but I did not get in to see her until almost half an hour later… I am sick and tired of blasted humans barging me out of the way. When I eventually got in there to see the nice lady vet, she told me that she was worried about Tiddles lump, she said that the same thing could happen as what happened with poor Percy nearly a year ago. In five weeks time, it will be a year since I last saw poor Percy, the time has gone by so quickly little girl. If that is not bad enough, eight weeks after that, it will be a year since poor Molly was so cruelly taken from me… I just cannot understand why all this keeps happening to us. I love you so much TopTops, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much too, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX