In which we are owned by cats.

From a discussion about the difficulties of Yuletide:

Me: That's why I always try to make both my Yuletide request and my Yuletide letter all, 'hi, I'd like fluffity fluff fluff fluff.'

Tanya: Fluff. Fluff fluff fluffity fluff FLUFF.

Tanya's cat, whose name happens to be Fluff, from by her ankle: Mow?

Tanya: ...not you, baby. Although it's nice that you come when called.

Of course, Fluff then stalked off, unimpressed by the humans. But then, she is a cat.