There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats. ~Albert Schweitzer
We were quite content with our little moggie horde of three for many years. They were the three Musketeers until little Lily arrived in 1998. She was a little brown/gray tabby with little tiny feet and sweet green eyes. Lily is still with us and has turned into a very well-fed kitty (sometimes I call her my little meatloaf) but still has her dainty feet. She tolerates all the other cats in the household but for the most part likes to maintain a distance of at least one foot. She doesn't mind if another cat is on "her" couch or "her" bed as long as you obey the 1-foot rule. Otherwise, trouble ensues. However, she remains a lady at all times. She doesn't bite or scratch, she merely hisses and then she dramtically exits the scene.
So now we were up to four cats and in a new home with a very large, closed-in back porch that was just perfect for the three... er... four musketeers!