I have eleven cats in my house, but only five of them are mine. The rest will stay at my house for a few weeks and then will be adopted by loving families. My current six fosters — Penguin, Jellyfish, Otter, Seal, Beluga, and Dolphin — were about to be put to sleep because there was no room for them at the pound.

How cool is it that I saved six kittens' lives simply by giving them a place to live, some food, and a little bit of love? It's so easy and it makes me feel good. I couldn't imagine them being killed when I have the power to save them.

The kittens really brighten my day. I wake up and Penguin is on my blanket (pictured). I go to bed and Jellyfish is right beside me. Then I walk into the kitchen and I run into Seal and Otter - the two shyest kittens. If I want to watch my dad play poker online, I won't be able to do it without running into Dolphin. And Beluga? Well, I bet if I walk into the family room right now, she'll be sitting on the TiVo, as always.

It's nice that there's always a cute bundle of fluff wherever I go. Plus, kittens always want attention. Then, they become teenagers and terrorize everyone.

One problem with being a foster home is we have five big cats — Princess Monica Kesh, Zippy, Pinocchio, Patrick and Ricky — and they tend to pick on the new cats. For the first couple of days, the cats are segregated, but once they come together, there's a nuclear war.

Cats are territorial animals, so new kittens are a big problem. They poop everywhere. Like the other day. My mom goes into my sister's room to clean a cat mess. She cleans it up and comes back five minutes later. Poop in the same spot. Ridiculous. The good news is the kittens are ready to go off to a home with other cats, which is always a good thing.

Sometimes having kittens running around isn't all fun and games. I was in ninth grade (hard to believe it was three years ago when it felt like yesterday) when we had six kittens named after Friends characters: Ross, Chandler, Rachel, Monica, Joey, and Phoebe. They were cute and sweet.

I remember going off to school when I needed to say goodbye to Joey, my favorite. I looked in the cat igloo in horror: Joey and Ross were - dead! I was crushed and I still had to go to school. One by one, the cats dropped like flies. They had feline distemper. Honestly, I can't tell you much about the disease, but it's bad. They all died. All except Princess Monica Kesh.

Even with the sudden cat deaths and difficult big cats, being a foster home is great. I'm allergic to kittens, but it's one of the most exciting things I do. If you live in the L.A. area and want a cute cat, I can totally hook you up. Sometimes the cats can be a pain, but it's always an adventure.