Like you, I have plenty of room but most of mine also tend to be in whichever room I'm in. When they squabble I tell them "Well just move downstairs and you could have a bedroom to yourself" but of course they ignore me. I look down my rather narrow bed and realize that eight cats are leaning into me and each other, leaving the sofa and armchair empty.
I'm very, very lucky right now in that I have a core group of cats who cope with fosters amazingly well. A few of them might give a the odd hiss, especially my pestilential princess Cordelia, but basically they just look the new foster over and shrug.
I don't have television so am just watching CSI on DVD from the library. This weekend I saw an episode that featured a cat lady who gets killed by a cat-snatching kid. The way the other characters talked about the cat lady had me roaring with laughter. I kept saying "That's me, yes that's me." And all the time my cats leaned into me purring loudly or sleeping soundly which is all that is important to me.
Enjoy your troupe!
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