Many have tried to capture the life of the domestic housecat in song, but few have succeeded to the degree of this profane exploration of feline existential bliss. In knowing the mind of the cat, we can better know ourselves. We clearly envy the cat's ignorance of death, his unawareness of his own insignificance in the universe. Perhaps that's why we have devoted our lives to monitoring their every move in an endless succession of adorable YouTube videos. If we watch the cat, and learn from the cat, one day we too might free ourselves enough to shit in a box because we just don't give a fuck.