I’ve come to a potentially life altering decision.
Luigi, my Bombay cat set to be the new internet sensation.
I’m tired of seeing these so-called ‘cute’ cats take to the stage when I know Luigi, the mastermind who wrangled his devious way into our house by being an adorable stray, who manipulatively demanded that he be petted nearly constantly (“These pitiful humans, they love to pet furry critters. Now they shall be in my power!”),
Who then like the mafioso he is really is, eliminated all competition by chasing away the other house cats, recruited a doltish henchmen (A similarly coloured, stupider cat, called Porky who waddles around behind his master.)
and who now rules the house with an iron fist in a velvet paw.
How is such a cat not destined for internet-meme-10-second greatness?
All I need is the co-operation of my parents, a selection of tiny hats and sunglasses and maybe a cigar or two.
I think I can get my gran to knit him a sweater once she recovers from her broken collar-bone.
Then I can sit back and wait for the millions to roll in!
Endorsements! Adverts! YouTube videos!
How can this plan fail??
The world and it’s Buzzfeeds, Reddits 4 chans and imgurs will be ours!!
BUWAHAHAHAHA!! Meow Hiss.