My roommate and I don't have any pets. I don't think that we are home enough (especially on weekends) to take care of them. BUT, as TF knows, my mother has 6...yes, 6...cats.
The fun part is that we only had 2 dogs (for about a year each) when I was growing up. Then, when we moved back here from Asheville, NC, we kind of adopted two cats that pretty much came with our house. They were Sebastian and Alexander. Then, they ran away. I suppose they could have died, but I would rather not think of it that way.
Then, we were going to "petsit" two cats for one of my mom's friends while they were out of town. Well, mom got too attached, so we ended up keeping them. They are Abby and Avery. (Abby is my cat.)
After that, my mom found another cat laying on our back porch having kittens. She called the vet, b/c it seemed like she was having trouble. Then mom took her to the vet. All of her babies died, and the cat had to have surgery. So, mom paid for it, and pretty much took up that cat too. Her name is Emma.
THEN, 5 cats came wondering through the woods behind our house and into our backyard. Mom gave away one to one of my brother's friends, and one died by being hit by a stupid redneck's truck. So, now there are 3- Olivia, Zachary, and Phoebe.
There we go...6 cats. The coolest thing about them is that they are really intelligent. I always hear people talking crap about how cats are dumb..blah, blah, blah. But oh no. These cats can open cabinets with their paws, and one (Zachary) can open doors by turning the knobs. All of them understand their names, and they basically follow what you tell them to do. Anyway, yeah..6 cats at my mom's.