Are you old enough to remember back in the days of Pet Rocks, when the biggest act in the world was the Osmonds and everyone and his dad (literally) collected Bonsai Kittens? Ah, those were the days (of Naugahyde and ponchos).
Sadly, after a brief but ubiquitous burst of popularity, the flame of the Bonsai Kitten‘s fame flickered and died, having only a brief revival once the Web had been invented and they could suddenly do mail order. Since then, they’ve been relegated to the back rooms of curiosity shops and the less reputable kitten mills of remote Mongolia.
God, the PANDERING I do! I hope you people bloody well appreciate it; I’m allergic to cats! Just look at that terrifying little bastard; why, he’s just crouched there waiting till you pass out, whereupon he will gnaw upon your senseless body patiently, irrevocably, until he has consumed every morsel.
By now, all our loyal readers should be familiar with the concept of the Unicorn Chaser. And, after the last 48 hours, I dunno about you, but I could sure use one. Here, therefore and thereunto and tho on, is a unicorn chaser composed of synchronized, dancing Burmese kittens. Or maybe Himilayan kittens. I dunno, I’m sure some undersocialized Metafilterite will be along shortly with the correct answer.