Yup, seven. The odds of getting them in one photo is near infinitesimal. They disrupt all order so that there are always things out of place. And catproof is akin to childproof. Anything and everything gets knocked out of place. Some rugs have not been straight in our house in forever. Every once in a while, I try to get all seven within a moment of one another. They like to get out on the deck and sun and eat grass. It’s my opportunity. Of course, Ray always daydreams of being elsewhere. The rest are content to stare at me. By now they are used to the presence of a camera in front of my face. I suppose it’s nuts to have seven cats. They are content and we would never part with a single character.