"Well, this world is under new management," the cat boy said. "And your new place in it pretty much to eat, sleep, and poop. I'm going to treat you extremely well though, knowing every minute that you've gone from King of the Hill to well, bottom of the heap."
"What? I don't understand what's happening. How can you..." he trailed off as the cat began to rub his tummy. It felt exceptionally good, and he started to zone out, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
The gesture stopped after a few minutes. "My name is Norman," the cat told him.
Leonard felt warm and contented, and it took a while for his focus to return. "What's happening?"
"Is that all you know how to say? I'd be better off with a parrot as a pet."
"I'm not a pet. I'm a person."
"No," Norman said slowly. "Only felines are people. Humans are pets. The only reason you think different is that you're in the zone."
"What zone?"
"Humans used to be top. But reality is changing. In the new one, we're the dominant species, Felis Sapiens. Your kind are a small domesticated race valued by us for your companionship. Honestly, the way you are put together, I don't know how you ever got in charge of anything."
