Firstly, these are equally indulgent of me. Trust me. I love being paws that claim people, knowingly or unknowingly to my owner.
And unknowingly is always my preference. It's the dramatic irony of my owner fretting over you vanishing as they, and I, make your life a living hell of sweat, musk, and pressure. You thinking you have finally escaped as you peel off and try to flee, only for fate to remind you that you belong under me and conspire to return you to your proper place as lint beneath me...all while my owner's thunderous voice echos from above with words of worry that you haven't been seen by anyone in months.
But that's okay. They'll probably forget their worries, and you, after a few years. But you'll still be right there...plastered to me, my perfect kitty lint.