I think non-animal people that come to our house must have a stroke when they step foot out of their vehicle. ROFL
They are first greeted by Junior and Mitzy, the two resident porch cats. Their food dishes are on the porch, and they assume that anyone walking up onto the porch is going to feed them.
As soon as they step in the door our Cockatiel, Joey, is there to whistle a greeting - and if he is feeling particularly friendly, he'll tell them what a pretty bird he is.
Called by the bird's whistles, the cats (or at least the kitten) come running to say hi.
If the dogs are loose and not kenneled up, they will greet the newcomes enthusiasticly. (In Chloe's case, too enthusiasticly.)
There is a toy basket of dog toys in the living room, dog dishes in the kitchen, leashes hanging on the coat rack, kitten toys in the living room, and if the guests happen to walk upstairs they come across yet more cat toys, cat dishes, and a litterbox. If they walk into my room they are met with four fish tanks, a huge ferret cage, and a mouse.
Suprisingly, the only thing that suggests we have pets from the outside, besides the two cats, is the fact that we have a kennel attached to our garden shed.