Good morning beautiful Topsy. I could not bring poor Tiddles home little girl, I did not know how bad she was until I saw her on the table in that room. I had only seen Tiddles in her little nest, and she looked all right, but on the table, she looked just as poor Charlie and you did. I was there for the third time in eight and a half years to have one of our beautiful cats get the pain-relief that they so needed, and I cried again… I could not help it little girl, I love you all so much. So much tears for our beloved cats, but nothing for that evil old ogre, that not only made our lives a misery, but all of you poor cats as well. He would accidentally, on purpose, tread on Tibby’s and your little tails and paws, I cannot remember if he did with Charlie, though I accidentally did a couple of times. He would sit on Tibby and Tiddles if they did not move when he ordered them to move… poor Tiddles bit him one day for doing that, and the gutless odd ogre punched her. No wonder she was absolutely terrified of me little girl, but when that evil old ogre went, she began to trust me again… as little as two weeks ago, was asking me for some Bonkers. My poor Mum did not get to see poor Tiddles, as the other gutless odd human, who insults, shouts, and argues with my little sister, still refused to let her come home. I did not ask him for his stinking help, and in two days time, I am going to complain about him, I just need the right numbers to call. Two days ago, when poor Tiddles had to have her pain taken away, I fed George in the early afternoon. When I took the empty food packs out there to the bins, that little black and white cat, who is called Sakura, turned up… I had not seen her for at least two, maybe three weeks. She came running in with me, then went up the hallway, into the room where my little sister was crying, and laid down by her feet. I fed her a tin of posh chicken and biscuits, and she stayed for ages. She came in again yesterday, but came up the stairs looking for me, though I do not know why. I had to go to bed early ladt night little girl, I was so tired, and I did not wake up until half an hour after I used to get up. By that time, I have usually been walking for two hours, and have done almost 14,000 steps, there is that blasted number again. I did not want to get up, but I was almost four hours late feeding poor George. She ran in as soon as I opened the garden doors and called her. Of course, it was pouring down, had I gone to see my poor Mum, I would have been absolutely soaked again… I already got soaked four times this week. When I left to get my heed shaved, it started raining, it rained on the way back, and it rained when I took poor Tiddles to the vets… I could not believe it little girl. I cannot think of anything else to tell you TopTops, I still have to write to poor Tiddles yet, but I will be back tomorrow. Those lying council gits say that my poor Mum should be home next week, and when she is, things can start getting back to as normal as they can. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much too you beautiful, brave, precious little girl. XxX