He really is. You may be that very crazy uncle, in fact.
But then again, aren't we all? The memes come faster than I can keep up with but I do like to think I own a cat that's the spitting image of the feline being yelled at by the Real Housewife of Wherever, Minnesota. Some mighty fine people at the San Antonio Review published a poem of mine that I hope captures this inevitable decline in meme knowledge. You can find it here.