 And while we're talking to the family, it just climbed up in my lap, literally sat in my lap, its nose in my face, its drool falling on my tie and shirt and coat. And the family seemed completely oblivious to it. They didn't even crack a smile. It was just like, well, you've got St. Bernard's. This is what happens. No allergic reaction whatsoever. I could be in another house that had a cat, and I knew it had a cat because my eyes were itching within seconds from the time I walked in that house.