Cats Are Like Potato Chips...You Can't Have Just One (Part IV)

This is going a lot longer than I intended but now that I've started, I'm not stopping. Everyone from my parents to the Beaufriend have mentioned that I just have way too many cats. I, at times, have wondered what the hell I'm doing and have thought about decreasing my population. But I can't. I feel same way about my cats as my dad does his trees. They all have different personalities. If the subject comes up again I will challange the one who asks me to rid myself of the emotional and yes, financial burden of my pets to pick one thing in their life that gives them solace, that makes them laugh, that they love and look foward to and then I want them to give it up. Forever. Financially, things are finally looking up (crosses fingers it stays that way.) I know within the next couple of weeks that I will be able to get M. & N. spayed. Then Napoleon, since he will be the only male left, will be neutered. In succession, his sisters will be spayed also. I do realize though, that I'm maxed out. No further cats or other creatures will be welcomed into my home. I say other creatures because the Drunk Boyfriend brought home an oppossum one time. That was interesting!!! Next time, I'll not be so long-winded and will be talking about my adventures with Baptists, Muslims and religion in general. That's gonna be FUN!!