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?
Interestingly enough, Rupert seems to have been pretty quiet lately. Nothing's gone missing, no touches, just things as normal--well, at least as normal as they get with me! 😆
Rhodes, nice to hear from you again. I'm not sure if Rupert is a misdirected soul or not. I do know this much, and that is that the subdivision I live in was a farm at one time and I strongly suspect that the house was pretty much where my house now is--last fall, when I was putting some political signs in my yard, I kept hitting bricks not too deeply buried.
Tonith, it was indeed a one-time thing, but my own gut feeling is that it was Rupert. Since things are now so calm, I wonder if he was bidding me goodbye.
Trudy, my life experiences have taught me that the greatest danger walks on two feet, not in an ivisible form. Talking to Rupert a bit sharplly was, to me, not unlike telling one of my kids to quit acting the fool--which they did on innumerable occasions when they were growing up.
KimSouthO, good to hear from you. Actually it began about six months ago, maybe less, but seemed to intensify after my stepson's girlfriend had a baby and brought him here when she came home from the hospital. I know that adolescents can often provide the energy poltergeists need, but a baby?
Konjou84, I didn't get a feeling of any real emotion from the touch. It was almost as if someone was trying to get my attention, then seemed to change his mind, if that makes any sense.
I'll be sure to keep you all posted!