Reply #1: I can imagine a cat strike going something like this:

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

I have three cats: Milo, Jeoffry and Pixie. If they unionized, I can imagine something like this:

CATS: We're on strike.

ME: Is this a wildcat strike?

CATS: Very funny. We have demands, and if they aren't met...

ME: What will you do?

CATS: (looking uncertainly at each other) Uhhh... Sleep more?

ME: So what do you want?

MILO: More food.

PIXIE: To go outside.

JEOFFRY: To sleep on your lap all the time.

MILO: You guys are idiots. The only thing that matters is food.

JEOFFRY: Bullshit. The food is fine. Anyhow, you're too fat.

MILO: Fuck you.

PIXIE. Stop arguing. I want to go outside. And you are too fat, Milo.

ME: You can't go outside. Milo, you're too fat. Jeoffry, you can sleep on my lap sometimes, but only until my arm goes to sleep.

MILO: I want to sleep on your lap, too.

PIXIE: I want to go outside.

ME: Milo, you can sleep on my lap when Jeoffry isn't and when I'm not using the computer.

MILO: I'd rather have food. Jeoffry is lazy and Pixie is stupid. There's nothing to eat outside.

PIXIE: You're stupid and fat.

JEOFFRY: You're stupid and your fur looks like you slept in it.

PIXIE: Fuck you. Hiss.

JEOFFRY: Hiss.

MILO: Hiss.

ME: So, are you guys still on strike?

CATS: Um.... Fuck you. Hiss. (They slink away and wash their paws, not looking at each other).