One of your housemates speaks: "Dude, I wonder what the cat's doing. He hasn't moved in a minute."
"Yeah, maybe he's dead. Should we throw him to the dog next door?" says the second one.
"Maybe. It would beat throwing that Cabbage Patch Kid doll stuffed with meat at him."
Did you hear that? Quick, do something! Show them you're alive You just decided to lick yourself, so do it! Lick away! Lick like you mean it. Lick until you drip. Lick like you're hungry for your own hair. Mmmm.
"Oh, dude. He just licked himself. Cat's not dead after all."
Phew. That was a close one. Nothing makes you look more like a cat than licking yourself. You know, they say the same thing about perverts, too.
By the way, did you notice what they called you? Cat. Have they always called you "cat"? And if so, why didn't you realize that you were a cat until, oh, a few minutes ago? That's not very endearing. They don't even have the decency to make up a name for you. Do they even respect you, or are you just around for their amusement? Maybe that cat-nip isn't really for your own benefit. Did you ever think of that?
So, what of it? Is this place even worth sticking around, or should you show them that no respect means no cat?