Mr. Garnet was always a dog person, until my former cat Avalon converted him. She had real "tortitude," being a torby. She always demanded a chair be pulled up for her if I had a friend over for coffee, and then she would meow all through our conversation. If someone knocked at the front door, she would run over and meow until I answered it. Near the end of her life, she preferred Mr. Garnet's lap over mine and would always wait for us to settle in front of the television before jumping up into his lap. God I miss that cat!