Well, growing up we had TONS of cats. I got a kitten when I was born, Maggie. She was inside, and I had her till I was 17, she had to be put to sleep for several medical reasons... I didn't talk to my mother for like 3 months. At one point my mom found 4 kittens in a box under a truck tire at her work, who ever put them there wanted them dead. So she brought them home.
Please keep in mind when reading this, that my mom was a very young single mother of 3 little girls, working 2 jobs just to pay the rent. We didn't get "state assistance" because she was too proud. But the church was always sending over food and gifts for us at holidays and monthly. Although Maggie had vet care, we couldnt' afford it for the others. We took in the kittens until they were big enough to go outside. There was already stray/outdoor cats in our neighborhood that made out ok, so we kept a "dog house" for the kitties with blankets made sure to feed/water them daily.
As you can imagine there were more & more kitties...anyone that has never seen this might not really understand how fast it happens...at max we had 50 kitties in this colony. As a little girl it was great! I was in my glory everyday playing with all the kitties, now as an adult, I realize how dangerous it was for the cats, for the babies (whom we moved indoors when one became close to having birth), even for us.
Then I got a bunny rabbit when I was 16. She was indoors and litter trained. But when I moved in with my dad I couldn't keep her inside on account of our large pomeranian who really wanted to play with her & shake her up. So she got a bunny condo. After high school I couldn't really play with her like I used to so I gave her to my cousin who is mentally challenged who had all the time in the world for her. I brought home the cutest little blond 1lb Pom one day to my dad's, who swore I was gonna have to eat the dog, cause he wasn't having anymore dogs. And when I decided to move in with my now-husband, my dad's response was: "your not gonna take him with you?!?! you can't! this is his HOME! You can't take him from his HOME!" Yeah, real tough. So Max still lives with my dad. (and thank God, cause he's highly diabetic, has thyroid problems, takes like 5 different meds a day & gets insulin injections 2xp day, I could never afford this & they can, besides he's SO spoiled now, won't even go out in the rain he needs an umbrella)
Since then I've been petless...unless you count our aquatic turtle Mary-Kate (formerly of the Olsen twins...Ashely passed). And then we found LuckyGirl. She's a tuxedo kitten (~8mos) with a bunny tail (from a birth defect). She was semi-feral..living on a hotel resort and starving. She's had shots & bloodwork (she is + for Bartonella/CSD & on meds) and we plan on getting her spayed as soon as we can afford it (next month). We took her in, and we've been in love ever since.