We have six cats. At one time, we were up to eight, but we lost our two Old Ladies a couple years ago. My house is as clean as I can keep it. And other than that, I don't worry about it.
A few years ago, we got our elliptical and needed somebody to come in and put it together. Two men came in and we were sitting back in the bedroom. One by one, the furkids showed up. Finally, one of the guys looked at me and said, "How many cats do you have?" I said we had six. He looked around and said, "I only see five." And I said, "Look under the bed." And there was a pair of eyes looking straight at us. He laughed and said, "God, I'm allergic to cats. I need to go get my meds!" The other guy said he would have never, ever guessed we had six cats. He said he couldn't smell a thing. Which was good.
Last year, a policeman was in our kitchen. He was taking information as I had been hit by a car while out walking. One cat jumped up on the table. And I picked her up. Another cat was sitting on the stereo speakers. He asked me the same thing. I told him we had six cats. He took a deep breath and said, "Honest, I would have never guessed it. I've been in houses with only one cat and you wouldn't believe how bad the smell was."
It's all about cleaning and scooping and taking care of things. Yes, our furniture has scratches. And the carpet has a couple stains from where a cat became ill. It comes with the territory.
Nobody has ever refused a dinner invitation to our house.
To be honest, I'd rather visit people who have pets...they're easier to get along with. And I'd rather be visited by people who have pets; they understand.