We have . . . eight. We didn't set out to have eight - but they seem to think there is a written invitation at the front gate and they just turn up. This is Honey, who came by invitation. She is a Maine Coone, which means she is incredibly bright and a real bossy-boots into the bargain. When she came to us she hadn't been socialised with other cats (certainly not oodles of them all at once anyway) and had never Been Outside (except if she'd escaped). We had a difficult initial period as she immediately came into roaring season and had to be confined to barracks, spraying mightily on every upright surface. She was then spayed, and gradually introduced to the others, but then she was allowed to Go Out. You would think we had given her the doors to Heaven itself. As you can see, she was longing to get outside and Kill Things. She has turned into the Honey Monster - at least to all rodents. But as you can see, she also likes her creature comforts . . .
