[The laughter grates on his nerves in record time. A hand reaches down to the ground, where his kitty companion has since batted a multi-colored pompom ball by his feet. Maybe he's on the same wavelength as this cat. Maybe he should adopt it if it's going to predict his needs.]

1939. I only know them to popular among the elite for mindless trinkets like that.

[And he places the pompom onto his knee, aims for the guy's gucci shirt and flicks it with forefinger. That's what you get for laughing, asshole. At least it wasn't hamonized.]

If you're worrying about dirtying your outfit, this isn't the place to be. Cat hair will stick to your expensive clothes you know.