Attack of the Lizats

I am working on my debate final but feel the inclination to stop and record a dream that's bugging me before I forget it. I think it's connected to Surface, which my mom was watching last night. It is also somewhat reminiscent of the Jurassic Park movies and King Kong.
Our cat, Zowi, had mutated into a furry, lizard-like creature. She bit but purred, making her a lovable antagonist. She also had rather sharp talons, and climbed an enormous tree that sprouted out of our house, through the roof, reaching toward the sun; there was some ground, jungle-like foliage scattered around the house as well. The sky was an unnatural, murky brownish-gray. Suddenly, there were several creatures on the tree, and more coming from beneath our house, climbing the tree's knobby roots. I lost track of Zowi, but decided to name one of the lizats I especially liked Joey. I then simultaneously chased after and ran away from Joey and his fellow lizats, baiting traps with the help of generic people who were helping me fight the biting creatures. I asked Joey why they bit us, and he said something about compulsion (yes, Joey and the other lizats could communicate with us). Throughout the dream, the house faded into an all-out jungle, with the humans working to evade and capture the creatures; we remained steadfastly hesitant to kill them, however, as they were so darn lovable.