Well, sometimes. Vasco - he used to circumnavigate the bath, apparently - is a muddy pawed beast whose self-chosen mission in life is to bring the entirity of a large embankment at the back of L's into her house, paw print by muddy paw print.
He's just come in through the back door, left a trail of paw prints across the kitchen, dining room and hall, and demanded to be let out the front door, out into the mud again.
He can be nice, and I do like cats, but argh!