Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am so sorry about not coming on here again little girl, but I seem to somehow be more busier than I was when I was walking all that way to see my poor Mum. I am walking to and from the hospital every day, except when the rubbish, cardboard, and bottles have to be put out, and I have to wait to bring them back inside as well. Everyone else down the lane can leave their bins out, but those retarded things from that other evil old witch, will steal our bins, just us, nobody else, the scumbags. My poor Mum is not at all well little girl, and something is doing all it possibly can to stop my sister from going to see her. Last year, it allowed my sister to go and see our poor Mum on her birthday, that was it… she did not get to see our Mum again for almost six months. Everyone at the hospital thinks that it is such a nice odd thing, and would not do anything wrong, exactly the same as it was with that evil old ogre, I really do not know how he did it, and it does it little girl, but it is very, very annoying. That tiny black and white cat has had her second litter, I saw her one day when she was very pregnant, but did not see her the next. The day after that, she was in the gardens begging for food, that evil odd swamp-witch will have sold her kittens by now, so it can have its wide, flabby, leathery odd rear-end modified. It is so cruel little girl, you stayed with your babies all the time, as did Molly, I did mot even know Charlie had kittens until my poor Mum told me. It would not have crossed our minds to sling any of you out in the cold, and it has been very, very cold little girl, even I have been wearing a big woolly old jumper in the house, sometimes a coat, and a coat when I walk to the hospital. I am sorry that this is short little girl, I thought that things would have been back to normal by now, but my poor Mum cannot help being ill. All thanks to some inconsiderate, spluttering old cow, in a ward where my poor Mum just happened to be, in that hospital. I will write to Tiddles when I am in my poor Mum’s room. I love you so much Topsy, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX