Ohhh yes. My mother was a cat lover who could not resist a stray and took in all the cats that wandered up our country drive. I can't remember a period without cats purring on my lap, and I can't imagine living without them clinging to my curtains and clawing the sides of my couch. We decorate for the cats. I grew up surrounded by cats, dressing the tolerant ones up in doll clothes and dragging them into the stories I'd created. We had the Siamese cats Sam and Sindy. In Delroy we added Mama Kitty. When we moved to Ragersville more came along - Tigger, Patches, Boots, Cola, Jackie and Brynn. In college I adopted Chester, whom I've written about at length, and Cindy-Lou. I married and became step-cat-mom to Bart and Lisa.
Right now we have five cats of various colors, sizes and temperaments. All are adopted from cat rescues or kindly veterinarians.
Our oldest cat right now is Phoebe, who is 15 years young. She's one of those persnickety grey cats and is often quite disappointed with me as her minion. Too much ordering her off counters and not enough catnip and treats.