Vinny begrudgingly, loves his cat.

He used to hate it, but he supposes he's okay with it now. Maybe a little on the liking side now that he really thinks about it. It's not that important, at least not to you. After all, why did it matter if he liked the cat or not? He didn't get it.

He's been trying to teach Jack a new trick, to the point of ignoring you consistently for almost three hours now. "Dammit! You dumbass, it's roll over! Not lay down!" Vinny curses, crossing his arms and glaring down at the cat.

He groans, manhandling the cat as he picks it up and stares at it. Eyes narrowed. "Are you acting dumb on purpose?" In his frustration of how idiotic Jack is when it comes to learning new tricks, he doesn't even realise he's ignoring you.