Good morning beautiful Topsy. It has been a wonderful five weeks without that lying, big mouthed, door slamming, trouble making odd thing. I have been down here more times than I have since tiny little you was on my lap, keeping me company after I came back here when I had that brain injury. Even then, I was forced to stay up there in my old, cramped room, as that lying odd thing did not want me down here. That malingering old lunatic was also here, he said, “if you are going to be stuck here, I am having time off too." A tiny black kitten has decided to come in, she had been in before, but was frightened when the lying coo came looming up to her. It frightened me enough, so it must have been terrifying for a tiny little kitten. At first, she weighed less than Tinker, but she soon put on weight, Tinker and her eat more than Molly, Tiddly, and you do. We have called her Gigi, Tinker is her mother, as she looks exactly the same as Thomas, the beautiful black cat who I was feeding at the beginning of last year. They all belong to the swamp things. They cannot be bothered with them, the same as they could not be bothered with the Burmese cat, Jenny, Percy, Molly, and George. I cannot get it into my head that they have all gone little girl, as George was the last cat that came from Fluffy. He was the big ginger and white cat who came to us almost thirty years ago, the swamp things and another eviler old witch murdered him. They murdered him, along with six or seven other poor cats just after they moved in around here. Nothing ever goes wrong for them though little girl. I was supposed to be going into hospital for an operation in two weeks time little girl, but as usual with me, I have been pushed out the way. I had a call three days ago telling me that someone more urgent had come along, and that they had been given my place. I have to wait another week to go in, and that is if they do not shove me out of the way again, which will most probably happen little girl. I do not want to be in there when it is Mollys second Angel Day, but I can see it coming off… I do not even know if I will come out of there. I was supposed to go in there on poor Percys day, if I am allowed in there in three weeks time, it will be on Jennys day. Hopefully, I will be back this time next month little girl, if not, well I do not know. I love you Topsy, and I miss you too little girl. XxX