I had 2 until a few years ago when the oldest one died and the younger one was so depressed he wouldn't come out of my closet. I finally put his bed and food dish in there, and he only ever came out to use his litter box. But that was no life for him, a cuddly, curious little Ragdoll (breed), so my sister took him to her friend who lives on a small ranch and fell in love with him.
So now I sort of have 2 cats; feral cats who live wild but come here 2 or 3 times a day for food. My former foster son named the orange one Daniel, for his favorite TV character at the time, Daniel Tiger. The black and white started coming around fairly recently. I call him (or her) Pixel because his black and white markings are kind of geometric, so they look sort of like pixels. But the name Bullhorn would have fit because he's really LOUD!
Anyway, they're not pets, but they are buddies. Well-fed buddies. I made them a rain shelter, too. It's disguised as an outdoor table because we're not supposed to fraternize with the ferals. I'm hoping to get them sterilized soon. I'm expecting 2 free-spay/neuter vouchers to hit my email inbox any day now.