PV was that way, too.
When we had company, he was totally oblivious unless someone was a cat-hater. Somehow, PV had RADAR for just that thing, and he would sit at the hater’s feet and groom himself. Then, when they had relaxed about him rubbing up against them, he would float onto their laps and settle in.
He was SUCH a snob! But he was so much fun!
Wednesday doesn’t like to sit on the furniture, unless nobody’s home. She likes us to have to bend over to pet her (briefly, before she decides to bite.)