Just tried to convince my cat to stop napping and start a YouTube channel. I told him, "Think of the fame! The fortune! The endless supply of catnip!" He gave me a look that said, "Human, I already have you trained to feed me on command. Why would I need subscribers?" Touché, Mr. Whiskers, touché. Meanwhile, I'm still here struggling to get more likes than my last tweet about how socks always mysteriously disappear in the laundry.