We were owned by eight at one time. Now only three.
We have a stray and a rescue cat. They promised to rewire the house, clean baseboards and paint the rooms as needed, we’re still waiting after seven years for them to fulfill their promises lol!
The stray is a calico who loves to eat, my grandson whose four calls her Miss Pigglesworth. Her real name is Abigail and she’s will attack any bug she finds in the house.
The rescue is a male Maine coon who is cross eyed and has had a broken front paw at some point. He walks like a cat version of John Wayne. He’s my shadow, I can whistle and call him like a dog and he comes running with his weird gait.
My wife has two German Shepard’s and they try to intimidate the cats until one of them let’s out a growl and cocks a paw then it’s scooby time for prancing and running to get away from the beat down that’s coming from the cat.