[ Rudy makes a bit of a face at the mention of a cat. ]

Never been a cat person meself. Greedy little bastards, them. Always walkin' all over you, stinkin' up the place with their smelly litter box, clawin' up your furniture...

[ Rudy shrugs a shoulder, letting the alcohol relax him a bit. ]

You, miss, are a woman after me own heart. Where've you been hidin' all this time, eh?