Why Do I Always Draw Cats?

Well, you guys deserve an explanation.
I'v been asked this question many times, occasionally in a mocking tone, in reality.

Why do you always draw cats?

Well, let's start from the beginning...

I didn't really start drawing much as a younger person (but I'm still young). I only drew in art class and didn't really do much outside of that.
I wasn't really interested in art. I didn't hate it, but I often never found the patience to do much of anything.
Then, I started drawing.
Except, they were just strange creatures I made up in my head. (I found some a few weeks ago, and I wanted to burn them)
Then, in fifth grade, I came across a series of books I'd heard do much about: Warriors.
I was extremely excited to read a book series I always wanted to, and I read through series after series...but it stopped at the end of The New Prophecy.
The school didn't have any of the other books, sadly, so I had to stop there.
That series sparked my mind into drawing nothing but cats. They looked like trash at the time (I still have a memory of one burnt in my head), but I continued to develop my works.
I...never grew up drawing people. No one really "taught" me how, and I never learned...
That's when the sneering came in.
Students mocked me just because of what I drew. I tried so hard to meet their expectations, but I ended up killing my work. The mockery continued on and on up to now, and I'm still laughed at.
I've been mocked about this for three years.
I never told anyone that people looked down upon me for this.
I never tried to stop them from laughing at me.
I just tried to hide in the back of my head, I tried to continue working...
It still hurts to this day.

I've always been laughed at for what I draw, what I read, how I look, and even for the things I enjoyed.
"Good gods, Myth! Now you're just whining about issues! Cut the angst!"
This isn't 'angst'.
This is just me...admitting to you all of my issues.

I never had a hand for anything else: just cats.
People even called me a "cat" just because I drew them and read Warriors.
They like to think that I'm...obsessed with cats. But I can assure you that I am not. The only thing I have to do with cats are art and reading.
That's litterally it.

I apologize that this explanation went so downhill...but that's how it really was.
For some reason, I let myself be bullied. I never stand up for myself because I feel it is worthless for me to do so, that I'd only fuel the fire.
I've had people ask me why people bully me or why I let them.
I just tell them

"I don't know."