Good morning beautiful TopTops. I am sorry little girl, I just kept forgetting to come on here to you after Charlie, I just cannot get used to writing to poor Molly. The past four days have been okay little girl, the sooner that something goes trundling out of here the better, as I go downstairs to sit with my little sister and poor Tiddles. However, sometimes it uses cunning plans, and will come slithering back, and burst into one of the rooms to try and catch me. It did that almost three weeks ago, when it said that its mouldy odd teeth were hurting, though it still managed to gobble down stuff that any human with toothache would not be able to do. It lied through its rotten odd teeth, and told my little sister that it was going to see our poor Mum, but went to a dentist, the hospital, then into a shop to ask a complete stranger to help it, as its mouldy odd gnashers were hurting it. If it had told us the truth, we would have gone to see out Mum. It would not allow that though, it had already told our poor Mum that it was going to the dentist, and would not be seeing her, but it did not want my little sister going to see our Mum. It has only allowed her to see our poor Mum once, and that was nearly four months ago on her birthday… it is as evil, spiteful, and horrible as that evil old ogre was. I was aching all over with walking to see my poor Mum, and walking home, but I did not let it get to me until I physically could not go any more. It took me three days of going without drinking, and five without eating to stop me little girl, and I still do not know how I managed to walk home in the searing heat on that last day. I cannot afford to pay over one-hundred pounds a month on nasty old scary, filthy, ratterly old bus-fares, and something would not even go to visit our poor Mum, if she did not pay the fares for the ungrateful odd thing. I could not sleep at night if I did that little girl, but it has no trouble whatsoever. It was the same with the evil old ogre, if he wanted money, he would steal it from my poor Mum, my little sister, and dopey me, and then twist it all around into an argument when we would have a go at him, as he needed money for old trollops and toys. We had to go without food when we were kids, just so he, and something else could eat more, how they kept on eating and eating, I do not know, but it is still the same… when it came in two nights ago, it brought a big pile of dog mess with it. The evil old ogre was always doing that at around dinnertime, and would leave it for our poor Mum to clean up. Seeing as the stench would be so bad, we would not be able to eat, so he would eat ours as well as his own. My little sister made something clear away the mess the other night, and it still went for shovellings straight after… I would have been sick for days. We had one of those old fashioned, thundering old thunderstorms during the night two nights ago, and I did not hear a thing. After all these days of sleeping, I am still tired little girl, I must have been to sleep through that anyway. I was wearing those wax earplugs, as those retarded swamp-things, and that screaming lunatic are out there until around midnight chanting, and grunting in the dark. I did not even notice anything different when I opened the garden door for poor george yesterday morning, she meowed and cried loudly at me, but dopey me just thought that she was hungry, and gave her food. I have not seen Thomas for almost two weeks, I have not seen a big black and white cat either, but I usually see them when I leave here early to visit my poor Mum. I have seen that tiny black and white cat though, when I let George out at the big scary old door, I opened the garden doors to take the empty food packs out to the bins, and she just came trotting inside. I gave her food, and the next day as well, and then she decided to go exploring, going up the hallway and the stairs. My door was open, and she went up to it, but I could not let her in here, not after what happened with poor Molly. I picked her up, but could not cuddle her as I do with JoJo, Charlie, Molly, Tiddles, and you… though I have not picked poor Tiddles up since before she had her operation. I thought that it would be nice and quiet today little girl, it is very dark, and windy, but ohhh no, one of those swamp-things has come waddling out with a squawking, gurgling, wailing thing. The blasted thing sounds and looks as if they have either built it themselves, or have created it with their chantings. Either way, I cannot put up with its psychotic gurglings for much longer, so I am going to have to go downstairs little girl. I will try to remember to come on here tomorrow little girl, and I am going to try to go and see my poor Mum in three days. If I do not, I will try in six days instead, as I am still terribly tired. That thing just let out a loud screech, it is definitely made from the same parts as that retarded maniac. I want to call the Blue Cross today, but if that thing is out there, I dare not. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I miss you so much too, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX