I have slept poorly for many nights. I toss and I turn like a dust devil in my own bed. Extricating myself from the tangle of sheets has proven an unwelcome puzzle so early in the morning. And I’m tired, as if I had run a marathon sometime in the night. Stress. It must be stress. Catching goblins and working part time and making art is a lot to do all at once! But there haven’t been so many goblins at the moment.
These months have been very strange. Ever since I returned from Ireland and learned my boss had been possessed by the most evil Unseelie ever known, I have been unable to find any goblins. At this rate I’ll never keep them safe and repay my debt to Jatrophae’s family.
There’s that word again, heard as if whispered at the very edge of my consciousness. Ugh. I must have drifted off laying here worrying about goblins. I have discovered a new twist to the sheets. And Pippy (my cat) is racing through the house chattering and leaping up on things again.
“Waltz.” CRASH! “Pippin!!!! what have you broke this time??!!”
Irritation this morning proving more of a stimulant than caffeine, I leap from bed and race to the living room where I heard the unmistakable sounds of kitty hyjinx. Holy cow, what a mess! Pippin is not generally a messy cat, but it appears as though he has had one heck of a party out here. My receipts for my taxes are a swirling mass on the floor. Pain shoots up my left foot and i nearly fall over. A tiny hard bit of cat food is sticking to my heel. I look up and the same little bits of cat food are all over the floor. He’s lucky he’s cute.
The day proceeded more or less normally from there, except that once again I could not find my razor, my pen, and one of my earrings. I have been misplacing a lot of stuff lately. Must be stress….or that wormhole at the back of the dryer….the one who steals all the single socks.
Ah sleep, finally after a long day I flop into my bed ready to have a long peaceful night’s rest. Must have been only an hour when I startled awake with one foot in the air and my hands above my head. The word ‘waltz’ echoing in the fading dream. A very odd position to wake up in as though I had been maybe waltzing?
I had no time to further ponder my dancing puzzle because of the resounding crash I heard and Pippin growling and hissing. The sound was coming from my studio door, Pippin had somehow sprouted opposable thumbs and was sneaking in to make art in the night. No way could he be in there, I had not opened that door in days.
I swung the door open to see Pippy with his tail fuzzed to the max growling in the general direction of the back corner.
“Waltz! Waltz!” came a tiny squeaky voice. I have apparently had plenty of nocturnal waltzing for one night. “gggggggrrrrrrrrrllllllll” said Pippin. “WALTZ!!!’ retorted the corner.
I slowly crept toward the corner. As I came closer I notice a pile of junk. My junk! My razor, pen and earrings along with many other things I had searched for at one time or another over the past few weeks. And there in front of that little hoard was a teeny, tiny goblin. He had a pen in his hand and was using it like a lance to fend off the cat. He jabbed and poked up at Pippy, and with each jab squawked “Walt’s!”
Walt, as he was apparently called, was kind of cute. He was a reddish brown with tiny black spots. He had big feet and ears. His best feature by far I thought were his sweeping horns. looking over his tiny shoulder I could see what had upset Pippy so much. Walt had laid claim to his favorite toy.
Walt and I have come to an understanding. He has ceased wandering about the house claiming random objects as “Walt’s”, and I have given him a nice little pile of broken jewelry bits to hoard. He really needs to find a new home soon for the sanity of my cat since Walt continues to be amused by watching Pippy’s reaction when he claims his toys as “Walt’s”.