When someone exclaims, "You have six cats?!" I almost always say, "We didn't plan on six!" Anyone who has a houseful of cats will usually tell you that it was completely unintentional.
We started out with one cat who seemed a little lonely - so we got her a companion kitten. Then the original cat contracted FIP, leaving us with one. The whole experience was so painful I decided that I was perfectly content with a singleton, declaring "no more cats!" Ever. Really.
Then Mike found abandoned kittens in a woodpile. 3 weeks old, unweaned, sick and loaded with fleas, he brought them home to me in a bucket. And after 5 weeks of middle of the night bottle feedings, vet appointments and wild rumpus kitten wrangling, we suddenly found ourselves living with four cats in a two bedroom apartment. We moved into a big, cat-friendly house pretty quick after that.
Our lone boy cat was a terror - beating up on his three sisters and wreaking the general havoc a young male is apt to do when he's bored. He clearly needed either a pal or a distraction so when a friend's cat turned up pregnant I agreed to take one boy kitten, which of course turned into two - "The twins do everything together! They're best friends! And look! Double cuteness!" - Fine, I said. We'll take both. Who am I to split up such a perfectly matched pair? (yes, they were in the dishwasher and no, they're not allowed in the kitchen anymore)
And just like that, there were 6, pushing me well into "cat lady" territory. Feel free to intervene if I ever get as crazy as this one: