I've got 5 cats. Stray cat Mama Hennessy that I'd been feeding in 2018 spewed her babies out in April 2019 in my neighbor's backyard in the middle of a rainstorm.
I posted "free kittens" signs and nobody wanted the babies... So they're all mine: Hennessy, Pete, Solomon (Mini), Sasha-Su; and then the later-adopted Cinco (December 2019, huddling in the backyard, then huddling on the front ledge).
Two years in to this multi-cat adventure: All five of the cats move along with me. If I'm lying on the couch, they all bunch up on the couch with me. If I sit at my computer, they all lie in their cat-beds right next to me and my computer.
It's kind of cute. Sometimes. When I'm trying to sleep on my couch, it's hard to sleep with 3 or 4 cats at/on my feet. They get heavy. Sometimes I want to move my feet and legs and shove them off, but then I feel guilty.
Reminded of something that Sylvia Plath said while visiting a home in England: "Do you want a cat or a hot-water bottle?" (Cats are indeed warm if they lie quietly, but they don't always lie quietly!) Which would YOU choose?
There is a myth that cats are solitary. The only reason they're supposedly solitary is that they've usually been separated at birth. These cats of mine run in a pack and like to sleep in a pack, on top of each other, and of me.
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