An Italian tradition. Many have attempted to imitate it but a true connoisseur can always tell the real deal from an impasta.
Rats and mice.
Hmm, looks the vicious sort to be hunting for bargains at the supermarket
Definitely a Black Friday hunt.
The One Piece
For cats, it would probably be “the one braincell”
Red October.
“Give me a meow, Vasili, one meow only please.”
A great deal on a used car
The perfect chardonnay.
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 sense of shame you dropped as you expose his private life.
Brain cell
Me. Help!
OP asked for wrong answers.
He’s noodling for a catfish.
Greebles!
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.
Billionaires.
