I'm forever having things disappear--my car keys, my cell phone, books--you name it. Of course, they eventually show up again, usually in some place I've already looked. Is this annoying? Yes, extremely so.
Anyway, one day after this had happened for the nth time (it was my watch and rings that had gone missing), for no reason I just snapped, "All right, Rupert, knock it off!" I found my watch and rings where I normally put them-needless to say, I'd already checked there.
I don't know where the name Rupert came from-not, certainly, from Rupert Grint, the young man who portrayed Ron Weasley in the Harry Potter movies. I tend to put it down to another film entirely, an ancient one called The Longest Day, about the D-Day invasion. In the movie, the British dropped dummies out of planes, doll-sized figures to act as decoys to divert the Germans from the actual parachute landings. They were uniformly named 'Rupert.'
Well, Rupert seems to like his name. He still likes to move things, too.
But an odd thing happened the other evening.
I have cats, and the most recent addition is a little black one that appeared on my back doorstep last August, looking to be no more than about 5 weeks old. My husband named her Dot, because she was so tiny (and still is very small, even for a cat) and reminded him of the dot in things like dot com. My oldest son still calls her 'Little Black Dot.'
Well, Dot was in my room the other night. She was in a very affectionate mood (unusual for her) and I was holding and cuddling her. While I was doing this, I felt something touch my back, right in the middle. Of course, there was no one else there with me except for the cat.
Is my resident mover trying to reach out and touch now?