Cat counts. I have to keep telling myself to make sure I do a cat count every morning before work.

Yesterday, as I was putting on my shoes to leave I called for Tippy, and he did not come. Not good. However, I was sure I saw his fluffy flag poking out from under the bed. Wrong. That was Bella's flag.

I got home from work, and heard frantic cloistered meows coming from somewhere. I ran down the hall opening doors calling frantically for Tippy. Master bedroom bathroom. Silly sod had been in there in the dark all day! I'm never what you would call "exactly awake" in the morning, and must have missed him. Poor little bugger. He had pulled ALL the toilet paper off the roll, and had made a nest. He came out and told me a long story about being trapped. He also hurled a few insults at me. Mild ones, but I know cat. I took him to his favorite place, his food bowl, and things were then OK.

I did a VERY careful cat count this morning, and will from now on.

Copyright © Bill Mason
August 28, 2002