*Honks.* (Eat shit and die, Panther.)
Ohh honey please, do something about that dumpster mess you call fur. Someone's oughta call pest control on you for looking like a hot ass mess. You can tell from a mile away that you don't take care of that shit. You have no class and no sass.
*Honks* (Don't you dare leave me! I will never allow you out of my sight - I shall follow you wherever you go. Even to the most private of places including the bathroom.)
woah there...I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm not sure what your last owner did to make you so clingy, but I'd never do the same to you. You're safe in my care, I'd never abandon you. Plus, having someone in my lap as I annihilate other people's will to live is pretty nice.