But the lolcat meme told a decidedly different tale. In stark contrast to the sneaking, cheating lust katzen, the lolcat’s defining feature was its comprehensive lack of guile. His face was a bit too fat and indisputably cute, and told readers that he desired nothing more than a nap, a cheezburger and freedom from discomfort. Just as the last man knew nothing of stars beyond the inconvenience of being forced to move south in myopic pursuit of gentler climes, the typical lolcat awaking from a nap expresses dismay that “the sun has moved.” Its literal lust has been obliterated via the wonders of laparoscopic surgery, its wanderlust by fear of cars and heights and feral cousins.
- Moe Tkacik, “The Last Cat,” The New Inquiry