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.
Red October.
“Give me a meow, Vasili, one meow only please.”
infrared laser pointer
throwing up on carpet in 3…2…1
The truth.
That thing that was there that one time. Oh? wrong answers. The meaning of life.
A great deal on a used car
A Styrofoam peanut, vibrating irregularly as an oscillating fan occasionally points at it
Greebles!
Brain cell
Feet
They said wrong answers only
Oh! I missed that part! Thanks.
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.
Billionaires.
An Italian tradition. Many have attempted to imitate it but a true connoisseur can always tell the real deal from an impasta.
Noodle. Don’t tell her!
