One, saved from a death trip to the Humane Society. Boris does not seem grateful. He is a spoiled brat.
I’m confused. My cats slept in my son’s crib all the time and it didn’t cause any problems. Why would you banish your cat outdoors because of this?
I think it was a New Mommy thing. All that black cat hair in that white bed I had so carefully prepared for the baby just pissed me off hugely.
And, it turned me off cats in the house too. Life is funny ain’t it?
By the way, he was an in/out cat anyway. We kept a window open a little bit so he could come and go at will. We lived out in the sticks at the time.
Today, right now, this week? I have nine of the fuckers.
Normally, a flat 0.
Two are easier than one. I’ve had three at a time, I probably won’t do that again because the cat hair and litter box maintenance seemed like so much more work than with two.
Two, thirteen year old female and one year old male. I had five for a while (shared with a spouse) and that was getting to be too many. Briefly we had nine cats living with us, including two fostered and four kittens and that definitely was way way too many, for them and us. I would kind of like a third cat at the moment, as a playmate for the younger cat but I just can’t afford it right now 
I believe the correct term for cats is “assholes” (as in, “I have nine of the little assholes this week.”) Anyone who has cats knows that they really are assholes.
Not all cats. The most recent comment by a stranger regarding one of our cats, and a sentiment that has been worded many other ways in our presence: “if he goes missing when I leave, he wasn’t that lump in my purse, I swear.”
Three, two males both orange tabbies Junior and his stooge Gabby. Junior is cunning and Gabby is a goofball who lets his brother get him in trouble. Two .5 females both black and white. One female was my brother’s who was staying with our mother when he died. She doesn’t want me to take it as it keeps her company, but she can’t take care of it, so I do. When she can no longer live at home then the cat will come live with us. The other female was dropped off by our house and we feed her, she will let us get about two feet from her but not closer. She spends hours talking with the males through the screen door and we hope to win her over.
I have three. Two girls who are well-behaved, polite kitties; and a sneaky, thieving, bully boy kitty. I am very attached to all three. I’d have many more if I could, but with the bully cat I’d feel badly about adding another cat into the household. I really, really like cats and it is hard for me to not want every one I see up for adoption at the pet food store (they feature a cat for a local rescue in the store), or online at sites like Craigslist or Petfinder. I want them all.
Three. We have had as many as four.
After two of the four died, we were left with two – a pretty staid one and a Wild Child. We decided to get the Wild Chilad a companion so she’d leave the staid one alone. It turned out we got a Wilder Child who threw the entire household into confusion. nothing works out as it should.
One and a half.
We have one cat.
And a feral cat who we had spayed, and then kept her overnight in the garage. The plan was for her to live outside like she was before she had a litter of kittens in our wood pile. She keeps coming back inside–we have no choice.
A cat who’s never an asshole? I suppose it’s possible…
Three inside. I also feed two feral cats on my porch.
One accepts my food and trusts me not one bit (understandable - I have stolen and tamed her kittens: one lives inside with me.)
The other is not my cat… I think he regards me as his human.
Right now, I have 27. I have 2 perm cats and the rest are fosters. The fosters will be going away next week…that’s way too many cats to deal with, but it was an emergancy.
The fosters aren’t running loose, some of them are locked up in the bathroom, the others are in a cathouse that we built for them. I try to foster with seperation.
I can’t scoop the litter fast enough…but they will go away next week.
That’s two cats.
Two SuperKitties at Casa Scubaqueen at the mo: Turk the Magnificent and Maggie the Spoiled Brat. I’d love to have another, but it would be a bit beyond my budget and odd numbers of indoor kitties is never a good idea.
When the Divemaster and I were together, it was utter madness: five cats, four (very big) dogs, and a giant macaw that ruled the household with an iron wing. Fortunately, it was a four-bedroom house in the sticks. And yes, they were all indoor animals. Wouldn’t have changed a thing. 
Three, which is about 5 too many.
Has assumed room temperature…
Two, and that’ll be it. I cleaned house all weekend (including vacuuming the refrigerator coils), and I’m rethinking the decision I made 2 years ago when I found that four-week-old kitten that now rules the house, along with the other cat we got as her companion.
Oy, the cat hair. And these are short-hairs!