Do I regret my actions? Perhaps, but in no way do they haunt me. I might toss and turn on particularly quiet nights, but sleep is the perfect remedy. Fame nearly ruined me. Nearly. Not quite. It started innocuously. It was just a picture, inartfully rendered. However, the responses were instant and almost crazed. People laughed, raucous and inattentive to any nearby neighbors. They were rolling on the floor with unbridled mirth. I had soon become a sensation, and yes, I enjoyed it. This is all in the past, mind, just a phase in my life as an internet cat.