Anyone with both a brain and a soul surely has a love/hate relationship with lolcats. The brain part of me can’t help but cringe a little at the slapdash approach to grammar and spelling (note to cats: the English language uses letter ‘z’ a lot more rarely than you seem to think.)

But then there’s that dratted soul: the marshmallow-creamy center of me that dissolves into a puddle. And that puddle says “Awwwwwwwwwwww.” I reluctantly have to confess that I occasionally speak for my own cats in lolcat-ese (ex: “Can I haz tuna risotto?”)

Which brings me to today’s post: the balance of the love/hate relationship has swiftly tilted to the love side like a fat kid on a seesaw. I have uncovered a crock-pot lolcat! Oh frabjous day!

Thanks to icanhascheezburger.com for the brilliance.

If the brain side of you is still struggling with what your opinion on lolcats should be, read the Wikipedia entry on the pop culture phenom:  It has 25 footnotes, a “history” subsection, and is considerably longer than the entry on the Prime Minister of Sri Lanka, for better or worse.