Jay chokes on a sharp inhale as the cat picks him up in its fucking mouth, it doesn't matter what kind of attitude it's operating under, he's still in its mouth. He hisses air back out through his teeth, twisting and wriggling through force of habit and a characteristic lack of concern for bodily wellbeing. He's already dead so fuck it.

"What do you want?!" he says again, desperation turning to anger. "What the fuck am I to you, why can't you just leave me alone?!"

Not that he's particularly upset about being removed from the kitten's purview, but he wouldn't exactly trust any of these creatures as far as he could throw them.