My family owns four cats.
After about ten minutes of research on the internet, I have determined that we are not crazy cat people. In order to qualify as crazy cat people, we would need to have reached at least double digit cat ownership. We are no fewer than six cats short of crazy cat person status.
We do own one more cat than the city we call home allows. You are permitted up to three dogs and three cats. Four cats, however, is excessive and you must be stopped. To ensure that our children will not have to deal with the trauma of police bashing down our doors and forcibly removing one of our cats, I am keeping our city of residence a closely guarded secret.
My wife, who frequently takes an afternoon nap, spends a lot more time with the cats than I do. In the afternoon, all four of them can usually be found on the bed. When all four of them are curled up in a single mound of contentment, she has decided to refer to the resulting pile of fur, feet and ears as a “Plompf.” I think this is because it roughly emulates the noise a cat makes when it jumps up onto the bed and flops into position.