Lord knows I love a good lolcat. I am all about them, all the time. I love the way they can't figure out basic spelling. I adore the way they never got the hang of grammar. I can't get enough of their capricious and often rakishly-angled little faces, looking up, asking if they can
haz a
cheezburger or
buket or other such foolishness. So, I get it. I really do. What I don't get, though, is the desire to recreate a lolcat (the famous "long-cat," in this scenario) out of 20 feet of felt. Regardless of whether or not this plush cat was made in irony, or faux-hippyism, or as-previously-unseen levels of sheer rediculosity, the end product here is a surprised-looking stuffed tapeworm longer than their couch. And
only a surprised-looking stuffed tapeworm longer than their couch. And yet, somehow, they seem so pleased.
Lolcats always make me smile! What disturbs me more than the 'longcat' here though, is the matching of the t-shirt that wouldn't look out of place on someone at an early 90s rave with the pyjama bottoms that surely belong to 12-year-old girl.
ReplyDeleteHello fellas.
ReplyDeleteI come from the future to assert that Longcat is indeed long.
That'll be all.