I call it the "Cat Count".
I do it every night before I head upstairs to put my daughter & myself to bed. If K.C. isn't already on the pillow & Jessie on 'her' corner of the bed, and Snickers isn't dragging his catnip sock up the stairs, and Zorro & Hammie aren't on our heels... and Dusty, well, she is just always up everyone's butt anyway... I will go in a feverish search until they are all accounted for!
The Cat Count!
Oh and if someone holds the door open too long and I'm in another room (friends visiting my daughter or my neighbor bringing more flowers for me!)... I will perform a Cat Count. Must get to 6 before I can go about my business.
The other morning at feeding time I only had 5... I panicked... turns out, Emmy was woke up by me making noise getting ready so she shut her door... with Dusty in there WITH HER! Poor Dusty was at the door and couldn't get out (unlike Hammie she cannot turn doorknobs... she's too short). So I panic and run upstairs with her plate of food thinking something's gotta be wrong! There's Emmy's door shut and when I open it, Dusty comes barrelling out.