The braincell.
Whatever it is you will now spend an hour looking for the bug you are convinced they saw.
An Italian tradition. Many have attempted to imitate it but a true connoisseur can always tell the real deal from an impasta.
Red October.
“Give me a meow, Vasili, one meow only please.”
Rats and mice.
Your ankles. Oh, wrong answers only.
His contact lens.
A great deal on a used car
The One Piece
For cats, it would probably be “the one braincell”
Hmm, looks the vicious sort to be hunting for bargains at the supermarket
Definitely a Black Friday hunt.
you’re trying to tie your shoes with a cat in the house
Your soul.
Assuming “Noodle” is the name of the cat condo in the photo, Noodle appears to be hunting your cat — its jaws open wide — ready to strike.
The concept of mortality and the oppressively heavy idea that at any moment, any and everything you are can suddenly cease to exist outside of the memories of people that probably never even knew the real you.
Or it could be a spider.
The perfect chardonnay.
