Hermione's cat didn't seem to mind you, though. Or that other one. Parkinson's.

But then they're kneazles, so they're uncommonly clever.

Mother detested cats, of course. But that's probably for the best; I really don't want to think what Reg and I would have done having one about all the time. My grandmother Melania had three, actually. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. But they weren't particularly friendly.