I started with one cat, Arthur, ten years ago. Now I have six, because I moved into this apartment and there used to be a pet store across the street. I got Zelda, then Henry, then Oliver, and finally two tabby sisters, George and Elliot. They all sleep with me and my husband. We need to get a king-size bed, seriously. Fortunately for me, it's me that the kitties want to sleep by, and it's my husband that ends up getting shoved closer and closer to the edge of the bed throughout the night.
The store is closed now, which is both unfortunate (it was a good pet store, not a "puppy mill" type), and fortunate (I really had to stop bringing home kittens).
