Good morning beautiful Topsy. Things have got worse with poor Tiddles, but I have just been down to see her, and she is lively and what have you, I do not know what is going on, but we cannot loose two cats in less than eleven months. As well as poor Tiddles being unwell, I have had an awful past three days little girl, a nurse at the place where my poor Mum is staying just comes barging into the room without knocking, and her constant jabbering is doing my head in, it really is. She can jabber on for almost half an hour without taking a breath, and three days ago, my poor Mum did not get her midday tablets until five and a half hours later. She has also insisted before that my Mum has had her tablets, when I have been sat there with her, and none has come. She argued with me that my poor Mum had been given them, until she finally found out that she had not. The day before yesterday, she was not there, and it was so much better. Of course, yesterday was different, not only did I get caught at that blasted train-crossing thing, even though I had left late, but it was pouring down. I got soaked walking there, and I got soaked walking around until I was allowed in, but I was so looking forward to sitting down and taking my boots off… then I saw her, and my poor Mum was still in bed. I just had time to take my tablets, then I was ordered out for half an hour, but at least it had stopped raining, until I went out. I got another soaking, and when I got back and asked for my hoodie to be dried, they had still not got my poor Mum out of bed. I put a dry hoodie on, sat down for a few minutes, then had to leave the room when a nurse finally came along. Before that though, the jabbering nurse came barging in, telling me that she wanted a word with me, I just left the place, and yet again, it was raining. I got wet again, but it was just spitting, and when I got back, I could finally sit down. I was just taking my boots off, when that blasted nurse came barging in again, telling me that she told me that she wanted a word, and I had just gone out, I just held my head in my hands, hoping that she would go away. Thankfully, she did go away, and a nice nurse came in with a mug of coffee for our poor Mum, and tea for me. I took Tiddles to the vet, where as usual, I had to wait because someone else was seen first… I was told that it was am emergency, but so was poor Tiddles. If I had not mentioned my poor Mum coming home next week, that nice lady vet would have given Tiddles the same pain-relief that she gave to poor Charlie and you. They are going to clean her up, and I am going up there later this afternoon to pick her up. My little sister is not very happy with me, even though I have told her that at least she has a warning… I did not get that with poor Molly, one second she was here with me, the next she had crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. My poor Mum has told me not to visit this weekend little girl, by tomorrow I should have walked well over a hundred miles to and from that place. In just three days, I have walked just a smitch under eighty miles, and it is just a smitch too. I come on here to you over the weekend little girl, but I doubt that I will be writing much to Molly, Charlie, and you. Sorry that this is short 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, beloved little girl. XxX