Confession time. I own 5 cats. Used to be 6 until my elderly Jenny passed on. Which I'm fine with, she was -really- old, 20 in cat years give or take I believe. Either way, four of my cats are all sisters and we rescued them from a barn. Their mother was a feral who'd been hit by a car and we quickly realised something was going to have to be done to save the litter, so we spoke to the RSPCA about getting some traps in order to catch the little things.. they were five to six inches big but still little horrors. And thus after two days we ended up with a catch with, two identical tabbys (we'd presumed there was only one), a black and white cat and an English blue. After feeding them ourselves for several monthes, names finally became apparent.
Tabby number 1 with a skin complaint - Toffee, she's sweet, thus Toffee. She has an amusing habbit of standing on her hind legs like a meerkat.
Tabby number 2 - Fudge. Foisty fudge, she's the bully girl. :)
Black and white cat - Onion, on account of the fact she didn't stop eating and ended up as round as one.
English blue - Originally it was going to be Sage to go with Onion, however, she kept trying to escape as a kitten and thus we decided, 'Mack' would be a good name. Mack being the person from the great escape whom kept trying to go over the fence.
Existing cat, a tortoise shell - Jenny or Jennifer. She was an old girl who was quite put out to be sharing a house with whippersnappers. Amusingly they all thought she was there mum. I firmly believe she hated this but she could still be seen with a kitten sleeping on her every now and again.
We thought that was going to be the last of our cats. However.. after a few monthes a small black and white kitten turned up, unannounced, and started eating our cat food. Thinking he was someone elses cat, we kept putting him back outside. Each morning he was waiting at the backdoor to be let in, shivering. Eventually our resolve broke and we adopted him as well. He grew and grew and grew. I'm pretty sure he's more closely related to a panda bear than a cat, but because he's our only male his name is Boyo. He is fat, playful and sassy. Currently me and him are in contest for the Alpha male position. He likes to ambush my shoes as I walk out of a room. I like to wrap him in a towel and treat him like a baby as he scowls at me. I'd say I'm winning this competition so far.