In case y'all were avoiding this math, FYI - I'm at present an eight-cat household.
Hey, look, a Stacey action figure!
My friend Alex (fish ID Alex) was making fun of me yesterday. When he met me, oh, three months ago or so, I had one cat. ONE. ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE.
Then I adopted Elliot so my cat wouldn't be lonely. Ha ha ha, as if that's ever a possibility now.
Then I started letting Fluffy in. Which I can't regret because, oh my god, he is the best cat ever.
Then his sister got knocked up.
Then she exploded with four babies.
It's quite okay, actually; I gotta clean those litterboxes every day when I get home, but it takes all of two minutes. We haven't had any accidents in a while, so everything is pretty clean and normal.
But still. EIGHT.