That? Is priceless. I should start referring to myself this way.

Right now, I have 12 cats (yes, TWELVE), a dog named Macintosh, and a fish tank. At one point, I had a couple snakes, but we had to give the Ball Python away because she was getting too big and figured out how to get out of her cage, and the California Glossy I had ended up having a snakey aneurysm. Yeah, I didn't know they did that either. He was in his teens though, so I guess it was age related. It was SO sad.

I've always wanted a ferret, but I'm sure my dog would eat it at this point. Or a llama... although I don't know a) where I'd keep it and b) if it's allowed in city limits.

So the cats... yeah. We had four when we got married. Three were mine, one his. A week after our wedding, we found another one, an orange female tabby (very rare, by the way... only 1 in 10 orange cats is female). While we were waiting on our house to be finished, my mother cat-sat for us. Orange tabby was about 6 months old, and mom had a male cat of similar age. Anyway, she got knocked up on her very first heat... had SIX kittens. One passed away, we gave one to the in-laws, and the rest... everyone said "oh, I want a kitten!". No one picked up their kitten. Now, three years later, they are all cats. Then we traded our nippy Jack Russell terrier to a friend for the equivalent weight in cats. We got three more. So yeah, a dozen.

I should change my screen name to "Crazy Cat Lady".

And whoever said you can't herd cats has never used a can opener before less