Things That Go Bump In The Night

 

Just after four thirty this morning I found myself suddenly wide awake.

Had there been a crash ? 

Or had I been dreaming? 

I lay in bed for a while. 

Mary was asleep , curled up on my right side. Bun next to her. 

Bun was awake and her head was up listening.

I gathered my urology piping and went to investigate 

Weaver was sat on my desk, with her eyes to the ceiling.

I could swear that she was whistling 

Lying smashed in the inglenook fireplace was my gargoyle 

His decapitated head in the centre of the hearth rug. 

When Weaver was a kitten , she would often hiss at the gargoyle’s angry face as he sat quietly watching the room. She wasn’t keen on my dinosaur pottery figure either and even the stuffed dog toy I bought in Kenmare when I visited Nu had been spat at and cuffed as he sat in his box behind the sofa

I flicked two fingers up at Weaver who was pretending to ignore me and placed the gargoyle’s head on the mantlepiece