Uncle Eric

Manor Hoomun's family came to The Manor for lunch yesterday, so fear of getting further dressed up by the grandkids I made and early morning departure to go on patrol and widen my search for The Owner. Often on a Sunday he would go to the cafe up by the main road, so after a quick canter up across the downs I arrived and sat outside by his favourite table watching in case he came for coffee.

It was all going well, although The Owner was still nowhere to be seen, with people coming up and saying hello, until some old lady told Cafe Owner that there was a stray dog outside! Me, a stray dog! I have breeding I do! She walked like a camel anyway. Cafe Owner shoo'd me off so I wandered back to The Manor which is when things took a bit of a turn for the worse. I sat in the boot room out of the way, kept myself to myself until nearly lunch time when the smell of roast beef dragged me out. An ageing Aunt I have not met before was sat there nursing this strange looking cat thing that growled at me, I chose to ignore it but it persisted, so I wandered off between all the legs of those drinking sherry in the hallway including Vic R who I haven't seen since the Church Fete. I took a very careful route across the floor to avoid sliding into the ancestral aspidistra when Strange Cat suddenly launched itself at me and slid across the polished floor leaving claw marks as it went and straight into the stand at the end where Uncle Eric's mortal remains have been placed into a new urn. His eternal rest being unexpectedly disturbed for the second time in only a few days!

The Owner has been reported seen working in Crewe B&Q wearing bright orange overalls and going under the name of 'Bob'. I'll keep you informed.