Five. Try to get them in the same picture, no way. And the boys look exactly alike to me. So, I have to take one picture followed by the next to be sure I actually have both kitties in the same sitting.
And the twins, they are equally hard to identify unless I look at their front paws. No one minds; they all get fed on time. I’m the meal ticket around here. They chase me up and down the stairs in the morning. It’s highly entertaining to watch who eats what and tries to eat extra from someone else’s bowl. Yup. Separate bowls. Hey, it’s peaceful…just chaotic.
…and the lady.