[ WP ] Believing humans to be a slave race , aliens are now in regular contact with Earth 's dominant species . Cats .

`` Welcome him aboard.'' 
 
 The door slides into the ceiling, allowing the Terran Ambassador to pad his way into the hall. He holds his head high, unabashed, determined to show that his civilisation will not bow to any galactic power. 
 
 He announces his entry: `` Meow.'' 
 
 `` Good morrow, Ambassador Fluffles!'' chirps the lead attendant, standing before him with his two assistants. `` May we show you to your accomodation? We have been informed of your planet's customs and have procured the finest bedding for you. Do you have any other requests?'' 
 
 The Ambassador answers them with a shrill chirp, which is met with some confusion by the attendant: `` Something to... chew on?'' He repeats the chirp, somewhat more brusquely, and the attendant stammers out an apology. `` I beg your forgiveness, most noble Ambassador. I will fetch you your playthings personally, in order to ensure that your stay aboard our ship is as comfortable as possible. Meanwhile, my fellow attendants will show you to your accomodation.'' He gives his fellow attendants a nudge with two of his arms, attempting to be subtle and failing. They respond with sharp, alert nods. Or rather, a lazy approximation of sharp, alert nodding. 
 
 Desperately wishing for a holiday, the lead attendant squeaks out a formality – `` enjoy your stay!'' – and makes a speedy exit. 
 
 *** 
 
 Galactic Unionist Angal has been conversing with the Ambassador for the past four time units. Hostile barbs have given way to official discussion and then to spirited chat, with the Unionist now squirming gleefully in her sitting bowl: the cat's charm and sophistication have certainly made an impression. 
 
 `` Oh, Ambassador,'' she gurgles. `` You are the most witty and well-mannered man I have ever met. How did your species come to enjoy such prosperity?'' 
 
 `` Rrrowl,'' he says, dipping his head. 
 
 `` A symbiotic relationship with one of the lesser species, you say?'' 
 
 The Ambassador's ears twitch. `` Purrrr. Skree!'' 
 
 `` Yes, it does sound like a very amusing arrangement. They treat you like nobility with nothing asked in return? Why, it seems only right that you take advantage of them so!'' She chuckles, her third and fourth eyes creasing up. 
 
 Looking upon the Ambassador kindly, Angal holds out her hand. `` You have entertained me, Ambassador. Or Fluffles, if I may be allowed the honour?'' Fluffles headbutts her frooth appendage in a friendly, affirmative gesture. `` Oh, you cheeky thing! Alright. Fluffles, your planet is hereby accepted into the Galactic Union. Let us sign the official documents, then attend the party being held by the Alphan Prince. Tell me, Fluffles, have you ever skated on a planet's rings?'' 
 
 And with a single pawprint put to paper, a new member is welcomed into the alliance. Long would these bonds of friendship hold, bringing on a new Golden Age of interplanetary co-operation, right up until the incident when Consul Fluffles XVII peed on Her Exuberant Alphan Majesty's chair. That started a war.
