when i was five or six we took in a stray gray tabby, my sister named him 'tippy' and we had him for a dozen years maybe. he was indoor/outdoor and one day we noticed he hadn't been around for a while. my father said he found him curled up in the shade on the side of the driveway opposite the house, as if he curled up and went to sleep and never woke up and then he buried him in the back. not sure how true that story was.
when i was between 10 and 12, I found a tiny black kitten stuck in the neighbor's bush. it had some kind of eye infection and its eyes were clogged shut. we took him to the vet and had him for a couple of weeks, named him zach, but ultimately my aunt took him and he lived a long life there with her other kitties.
shortly before getting together, my gf took in an older calico named gwen. after we were together she adopted a three-legged black cat named 'dancer' (she also promoted him to Lt.) to keep gwen company, thinking the two would be on the same speed. they did not like each other. then gwen got cancer and lost a leg, so we had two thee-legged kitties for a while. the towards the end, gwen seemed like she was on her last leg and Lt. Dancer stayed at my sister's so gwen could relax in her final days, but that turned into like a three-week vacation so he came back home once we decided the imminency wasn't really there. but a few months later she did decide to shut down and check out, while my gf was out of the country.
even though they didn't get along, lt. dancer had a mental breakdown after gwen was gone and he was home alone day while we were at work every day. so even though she wasn't super ready, the gf adopted another cat from the shelter to help keep dancer grounded regardless of whether they'd be actual cat friends. enter wilma, a polydactyl tuxedo cat proportioned like a corgi. she's an ex-feral who loves being petted (on her terms), but won't take anyone's shit and will fwap you several times with her big oven mitts before you have the chance to blink.
when I bought the house three years ago, we talked about adopting a third adult cat. meanwhile, a friend from college had taken in the cat their former neighbors had abandoned, and was pregnancy with four kittens. they couldn't find a home for the last two (a solid black girl and a cream white boy) and given then prior context and my heartstrings, I ended up taking them both as a surprise. their names are 'blakitu' and 'button' but we usually call them variations of 'fat blap' and 'very bad white kitty'.
so now, as @GuyBeardmane once pointed out: quatro gatos