Niecin Bournmuff

Further evidence of The Owner's reformed personality emerged last night. We shuffled home, that is to say, I bounded athletically whilst The Owner slid precariously from frozen puddle to frozen puddle.

When we got there he dived in to the post box by the door and retrieved several brightly coloured letters and a couple of startled spiders and a big brown envelope. Normally brown envelopes are left unopened for a couple of days and then opened, resulting, usually, in head being held in hands whilst shouting "How Much!" Today however it was opened immediately, producing several smaller brightly coloured envelopes. I have seen this kind of trick done before and then the smaller envelopes are opened and several more coloured envelopes are produced and then everyone claps wildly. However they were addressed to various people including one to The Owner and me. That was three cards I have had now! He told me they were sent from Niecein Bournmuff. I'm not sure if I have met Niecin Bournmuff yet but she sounds like she is from a very long way away, perhaps near Swindon somewhere. When he opened the envelope there was loads of little silver bits went all over the carpet! Normally, the fact that my name was on the envelope would have been enough to have made it my fault somehow so I quickly turned for the boot room as a precaution however he laughed! I am kinds getting used to this un-grumpy The Owner now, but I have to confess I don't understand it.