My grandparents who live down the street from me took ownership of a backyard cat long time ago that had been part of most of my childhood. Sydney died age 20 when I was 11. I barely remember having a tiny persian kitten, Misty, when I was very very small. We had to give her away to my cousin because my brother had asthma. I had a few fish when I was 7 and 8. My mom rescued my first cat when I was 10. Shelby is 7 and a half now. My mom gave me another rescue cat, Harley, 3 years after she gave me Shelby. Harley was Shelby's brother and he died a year and a half ago. We had to let him go because he had severely diabetic.
Not counting Sydney since he wasn't technically my cat, I had 3 cats and about 5 fish.