hee hee....I love this thread!!!!

My original limit was 1...I didn't like cats before David and I got married. In fact, Noah was David's birthday present.

Then we saw Noel....cause she looked so pitiful in her carrier and I had to rescue her.

Then, while buying cat food, David wandered over to the cat adoption area of Petsmart. I was the one who said "no"!! Can you believe it? Strange, cause he's my favorite cat. Thus begins my "three is our limit" mantra.

Olivia was a cat I'd fallen in love with at the shelter we volunteer at. After about two months of loving her at the shelter, I convinced David she had to come home with us when we found her in the cat room, OK with other cats.

Now....I have a "four is our limit" mantra

Micah was mainly my protective mommy coming out. He was a sick, pure bred Aby and when I heard someone walk by his cage and say "oooooh! Look at that cat, its a PURE BRED!!! Those are EXPENSIVE!!" I had to rescue him. They gave him to us the very next weekend, straight from the sick room.

THESE ARE ALL THE CATS MY PARENTS THINK WE HAVE....shhhh!

Hermione was chosen by David. Its his fault we had six....he fell in love with her while we were visiting with the woman I help with TRN. (She always has kittens she needs homes for)

As far as Emma and Phoebe go, I think we are still undecided. We are utterly in love with them. But we worry about being evicted if we get found out. That, and our parent's will FREAK OUT!! I don't want to deal with that...they wont ever, ever understand. I guess we need to get over that, huh?

I guess if we have time and money for all eight, its no one else's business if we're "crazy", right? Its OK now, with me working at the vet...but I worry about the future time-wise.

Anyway, 3, 4, 5, 6 was our limit...but I voted 3.