Gwenyth (I didn't pick her name but she already knew it, so it stayed) was my favorite kitty at the rescue, partly because she thinks she is a dog. She's also the first cat I've ever known to chase her tail like a maniac, though we have another now. She is harness-trained, and loves to go out for walks and to visit the pet store, though she isn't as fond of the car ride. She has some hearing damage, probably from untreated ear infections as a kitten, but it doesn't seem to bother her much, as long as nobody pets her head too much. She likes most everybody, but apparently I'm her favorite person, and she prefers to sleep ON my head. She has an extreme fondness for attempting to eat plastic, so that's one thing we have to watch with her. I think she'd prefer it if all those other cats were to leave, and she and the dogs could be our only pets. She chirps and squeaks rather than meows, and I'm not even sure she CAN meow. At least, I've never heard her.
Next time, you'll get to meet Jet and Sherbet, the last two fosters that wound up staying forever.