Good morning beautiful TopTops. I meant to come on here to little you yesterday little girl, but I was so tired that I forgot. I only went to see my poor Mum three times this week, yet I am more tired than I was last week, and I went six times. The foxes have been at poor Mollys little resting place again little girl, this time, the blasted things dug down to her little box. It was a good job that I laid poor Molly to rest in that plastic box, or they would have done the same as they did to poor Jenny. I did not have anything else for poor Molly little girl, the vet had warned me that Charlie was going to be taken, so I bought her a little wicker casket lined with satin, and I laid her to rest in that the day after she crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I could not even dig a little resting place for poor Molly until the last day of last year, as I was ill with stinking covid, and could not go outside. I had to leave poor Molly behind that big tree where your babies and you are resting until I felt well. When those blasted foxes had dug at Mollys little resting place in the week, I ordered two great big bags of earth, and a box to put on top, but of course, that went wrong. The earth was delivered, but those bang-bang-banging idiots sent the wrong size box, it is smaller than the box that I laid poor Molly to rest in… those idiots can never do anything right. I should have it all sorted out by three days time, I do not know why those blasted foxes cannot leave Molly alone, it really upsets me. I am so tired that I could not go to see my poor Mum yesterday or today little girl, at the time I woke up yesterday, I was almost at the home two days ago, and the time I woke up this morning, I was already in the town. I have slept more yesterday and today than I did in the three days that I visited my poor Mum this week… she should have been home two months ago. There is a blasted interfering human man, and an annoying interfering woolly-headed woman, whose help I did not ask for. I hate them little girl, when we needed the stinking councils help with those swamp-things who were making our lives worse than they are now, they did not want to know, and called us troublemakers. I have not asked for their help this time, but they just came bang-bang-banging at the big scary old door, came barging in, started shouting at my little sister, and then telling us what to do. One of them is bad enough, but the woolly-headed one smells like an old camel, but is not as pretty. Dopey me was so tired, I forgot the date yesterday, and let George out when I went to get my dinner for last evening. It was only when I got up here and was eating, that I realised, and that was only when a retarded odd human started letting off nasty old scary fireworks. I went down there and opened the harden doors, but poor George did not come in for ages, then a whole herd of the blasted things were banging, whistling, and woo-woo-wooing in the sky. I am going to see my poor Mum tomorrow little girl, I could not last week, as I was too tired, but I will go for the four days, though I am not sure about next weekend yet. I had no trouble walking there and back when it was hot, so I just cannot understand why I am having so much trouble now when it is nice and cold. I will not be able to come on here to you for another three days TopTops, but our poor Mum should be home soon, then everything can start getting back to normal. 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