I could've sworn I'd replied to this already...oh well:
I had two cats, but I'm down to one. Sadly, my oldest boy (Paddy, a long haired ginger tabby with a little Maine Coon mixed in) died a few months back. He was a good cat, though fairly obsessed with food more than anything else. Now it's just my younger boy, Damien (all black Bombay cat, though his original name was Typhoon, which became Baby Phoony, and then Baby Poo for...well...reasons you can guess in his younger days, and sadly that name still follows him around when family members see him, but he's Damien to me). Great cat, but he does have the bad habit of showing affection by biting your hand. Sometimes he doesn't realize it and he'll bit quite hard, but he means it as "I love you," because that's what Paddy used to do, as well, so it's a habit that lives on.
My family also have two dogs (Border Collie and a Chihuahua/Queensland Healer mix) and three other cats (two brown/black tabbies [Mikey and Coleman] and one Calico [Moto]). When the family is together it's a bit of a mad house, but it works.