Indoors we have 3. Plus a couple of outdoor strays that we feed.
I was never a cat person until recently. I had an ex-girlfriend who had a white persian cat. Since I work from home I was alone with that cat all day, and he really grew on me. When I kicked her to the curb I asked her to leave the cat. (Not the kind of pussy guys are usually looking for....LOL)
My wife had a cat when I met her. Gray tabby named Smokey. He's almost 8 years old now. Shortly after my wife moved in with me, I went to the local humane society and adopted a calico cat named Patches.
Then a couple of months later we were walking on the lakefront and came across a stray brown tabby. She was the friendliest thing you ever saw.
After petting her for a few minutes we realized she had been declawed, and she had no collar or tag. If she'd had claws I probably would have left her there but we were afraid she wouldn't be able to defend herself without claws so we brought her home.
The humane society wouldn't take her because they can't find homes for adult cats, only kittens. Animal control said they would take her but if nobody claimed her within 5 days they'd put her to sleep.
So we took her to the vet, got her all of her shots, and decided to keep her. We named her Simba, and she's a permanent fixture on our (excuse me her) bed.
