Picking up on what IP_SEC said, what is it with women and cats?! Time after time after time, whenever you see the animal welfare/public health bods storming some crumbling, mouldy old hovel on TV, it's always, but always some half (or completely) mad, manky old crone with 300 cats and cat$h!t knee-deep all over the house...
There's even one in my small home town... looks as if the same net curtains have been up at the windows since the house was built back in Victorian times - and the windows don't look as if they've been cleaned since they were put in, either...
(An aside - with old men, it seems to be an accumulation of junk, newspapers and general filth [JWD women, en masse: "so what's the difference between them and young men?!" ] ....but they may have a point - whenever I visit a certain, long-term single (go figure) friend of mine, you can barely see the living-room floor - I refer to him affectionately as 'Mr. Trebus' (a 'Brits-only' reference there, I'm afraid))
Anyway, back to the subject... for my money, if any female over the age of about... ooh, 13 or so maintains a substantial collection of soft toys - and especially if she has them arranged on her bed - that's when I start hearing 'The Cuckoo Waltz' (Laurel & Hardy) and begin backing away very slowly....