So I’m sitting at my desk eating a cheeseburger. Lindsay Lohan, one of the resident cats, is sitting on the windowsill next to me. She likes to look out the window at passing cars and critters. After a few minutes I turn my head to look at her, for no particular reason. She’s looking right at me with that look. The one all pet owners know. Pitiful begging.
“Oh, hi. I see you have a food there. It smells good. I also like food. Maybe… maybe I can have some? Maybe…
“I can haz cheezburger?”
That’s right, kids. I was just memed by a cat named Lindsay Lohan.