I work in a building with 300 cats as an adoption counselor. I don't know why, but I just stopped having a desire to bring another one home, which is contrary to what you would think I'd feel. I think it has to do with my apartment only being 450 square feet and the fact that I'll probably move a couple of times before I'm finally settled and the fact that when I AM finally settled, I'd really like to rescue a doggie. Also, working in stray cat rescue and rehab (it's what my shelter does specifically) you begin to be sort of sobered by the amount of work and time cats really DO need, especially our guys who were ALL pulled of the streets and ALMOST all have special needs or are recovering from extensive injuries or have never been socialized with people. Or maybe I just feel that it's really rare that I meet "my" kitties if you know what I mean. I just know that when I get home from the shelter after a full shift, I feel very grateful for my cats and their trust, love and health (all are rescues). I have a couple favorites at the shelter that I would consider taking (4 is the ABSOLUTE ceiling for me, I could no way handle more than 4)...Hydrangea
who is a shy but sweet girl who was admitted with her kittens, Dale
who is a senior that has several benign cysts that need to be extensively monitored, Circe
who has mild/moderate HCM, Jonah
who is "very, very overstimulated" but I think is just stressed and misunderstood, and, of course, moody and demanding (but very dignified!) Buckles
who survived severe burns all over his body.
ETA: I would get into fostering, but my shelter very rarely fosters out, and when they do the first people they go to is clinic staff members and vet assistants. In a major crisis, though, I would be getting fosters. For instance, in situations like Hurrican Katrina rescues and when the building next to the shelter caught on fire and had to be demolished (therefore all 300 kitties had to be evacuated!)