Good morning beautiful Toppy. I am sorry yet again for not coming on here to you little girl, but things have been so bad, and I am not feeling very well at all. I had to see a doctor three days ago about that lump on my leg, and I told her about me not sleeping, and other things. She did not listen though, just as when I complained about that headache I had, and my skin had turned grey by then. I have thought of s new name for the shouty, screamy, door-slamming, gobbling odd thing… I have called it the dementor. The feeling that I get from it when I go downstairs is awful little girl, it is the same feeling that I got when that evil old ogre was here. My poor Mum is being laid to rest in five days little girl, and I am dreading the day, it will be when it finally hits me… today being Mothers Day does not help at all, I have never missed one. I have only fed that tiny black and white cat about three times this week little girl, I do not know where she goes, but it cannot be with the swamp-things, that squawking thing, and knitting-needle head. They also have another yapping dog, how it has not savaged the squawky thing, and odd knitting-needle head, I do not know. The bloodcurdling screams that come from that stinking odd place, would make a dormouse turn savage, it is absolutely awful some days little girl. I have seen just one of the tiny black and white cats kittens, and she is too frightened to come in the house, I do not know why, the only thing I can think it is scared of, is the dementor. I think that the foxes have finally left Mollys resting place alone. I had a dream about Charlie two days ago, but all I can remember is seeing her from above. I have not had a dream about Molly for a while, and have had only two about my poor Mum, and I just remember having the dreams, not what they were about. Talking of dreams little girl, according to that highly-educated, deranged, evil old ogre, cats cannot have dreams. I have watched Charlie, Molly, Tiddles, Sandy, and you dreaming, but according to him, it is impossible… I do not know where the old idiot got all that from. In six days time, it will be four months since poor Tiddles had her cowardly pain taken away, it will also be my twenty-sixth extra year, I cannot believe it little girl. I will not be able to come on here to you in the morning little girl, as I have to be at the doctors early, then I have a lot of other things to do. The earliest that I can think that I will back on here is in seven days time little girl, I am sorry, but next week is not going to be very nice at all. I love you Topsy, I love you so much little girl, and I miss you, I love you and I miss you so much, you beautiful, brave, little girl. XxX