The film "Heat" is oddly appropriate here;
Inasmuch as Mr De Niro himself reminds us that you should never get attached to anything you cannot walk out on in thirty seconds should you see "the heat" (ooh spooky).
Truth be told, Mrs Hatred is the only really important thing and given she is rather slinkier and more athletic than me, I am sure she will be fine without my hopeless attempts to rescue her. Likewise, the cat may look like an intriguing cross between an alloy wheel cleaning brush and a raccoon but I can't see her hanging around in the event of fire either. This leaves me to rescue me and in the event I had a moment to snatch something before immolation, I'd take my watch as;
a) It is by my bed- no plunging into pyres to get it.
b) It is both sentimental and practical- bought over a decade ago with my first real paycheck (it was nearly a decade old even then) and still keeps perfect time.

Everything else is a mere possession- I own them not the other way around. It can all go up in an interesting and lively fireball.

Of course now might be the time to mention that I'm well insured and the company allows the backup of personal files on one of its umpteen NAS drives. Besides being burned hurts.
(Leonard Hatred briefly did some work on, Thu 8 May 2008, 23:00, Reply)