Tatjana and I have talked about it for a long talk, and we turned it into a reality a week ago: we took two cats into our home. We originally wanted four cats, but we settled for two: the two cats we received first are such active, cute, active animals that we have more than enough to do just to keep them entertained. One cat is entirely black and the bolder of the two, we named him Frodo. The other one is mostly black with some white spots, and rather anxious. We named him Sammy.
It's probably due to unrealistic expectations, but the first days were (to me) full of thoughts like "I thought it would be enough to caress and feed them from time to time, do I really have to play with them?", "why are they, especially Sammy, so afraid of me?", "Should we really take on a third and a fourth cat?".
Now that I have holidays and time to spend with the cats, they are becoming accustomed to me. Frodo and I are on very good terms now, he is really a sweet cat. Sammy still seems to have a problem with me, but he gets along very well with Tatjana. He's so cute when he snuggles up to her.
I can only imagine that having kids feels like this, only much more pronounced.