That's a lot of cats. We were up to six at one time because the neighbors somehow left a pair when they moved and we took them in - that was a little too crazy, but there were no real troublemakers in the bunch. We're at four now and the oldest is 16 I think, so the number will be going back down again. There are a couple hanging around this house and the other one, but I'm not taking them in because there'll always be a couple more and three of the current ones were strays we have taken in. My dad was the one who liked cats in our family; my mother didn't like them. When my mother and I got to Korea in 1947, my first cat was waiting on me - an ocelot. The mother had a couple of kittens and then something happened to her, so my dad took one in - apparently he and I got along great - a little before my memory kicked in, but somehow he and I learned how to play hide and seek.