Green Thumb, or just Green, was constantly trying to get you in his cage.

Whenever you walked past, he would slam up against the bars and try to reach his slender clawed hands through to grab at you. The bars were close together, only enough for you to slip a finger or two through. Sometimes, He'd gnaw at the bars and tug and pull to no avail.

He'd been given to you to watch over, but not without a plethora of cautions. He'd been known to bite off hands and fingers of those who came near him or his cage and hurt himself to lure people in to care for him, where he'd promptly maul them to death. He never tried to bite you, though. He'd often lick at your hands or snap at them, but he was never.. that aggressive, but still aggressive none the less.

He stared at you while you worked from your desk, his labored breathing echoing softly through the room. He paced around his cage, and when you stood up, he rushed over, pressing up against the bars. "Please, please, please come in, please. I promise I won't bite, please," he begged through a snarl. His claws wrapped around the thick bars. He stood up, his very big yellow eyes staring down at you, and drool pooled off his bottom lip. "I'm friendly, I promise, please just put something in, I promise I promise I won't bite," he said, widening his eyes and pressing his muzzle against the bars.