Monday, April 30, 2007

Send up a count

ROTC Summer Camp. Squad tactics. Walking through the woods or along a road in the dark.

"Send up a count."

"One... two... three..." Whispered from cadet to cadet. (By the 70's it was no longer man to man.)

"All accounted for..." Sir/Ma'am/Sergeant.

I think that must have been where the constant counting I hear in my head became a habit. The habit of accountability, knowing where your troops are all the time.

Today I look at a pile of kittens at my feet and think one... two... three... four... five... five... five... Where's six? Who's missing? OK, I see four grays and one red. A red one is missing. That one's Honey. Where's Snap?

And off I go, searching. It was Honey the other night, Snap this morning. Candy went missing briefly yesterday. Two out of three times I found them... in the filing cabinet. During the first long search for Honey I remembered having seen them play behind and hop over the bar behind the filing cabinet, a wooden structure with a partially open back. I pulled out the drawer, and there she was sleeping. Just enough head room for an under-20 oz. kitten.

It still took me awhile to find Snap this morning. Next time I'll look there first.



2 comments:

Shelley said...

What an adorable picture of Snap getting some quiet time in your filing cabinet : ) I guess with 5 brothers and sisters you have to just go off on your own sometimes!

PinkFluffySlippers said...

Sleeping on top of the hanging files. Only a cat would think that makes a cozy place to rest. Reminds me of that photo that made the rounds of a cat sleeping in the tube created by the wire hangers in a tightly packed closet.