No, no. I am property. My puddies are my masters.
They made me type this. Help me, they're holding me at claw point. eep. I'm caught.
No, masters, no, don't make me, I won't. Please don't make me clean you, I don't have the proper tongue. . . Please, stop rubbing against me . . . I . . . can't . . . resist . . . your. . . purring . . .
Should we send help? :-)