It starts with a stare. That deep, philosophical, slightly judgmental stare that only a cat can master. The avocado wobbles—just a little, just enough. Intriguing. Suspicious. A tiny rebellion against the laws of stillness.

A cautious paw extends. A gentle tap. The avocado tilts but does not fall. Instead, it rocks back, smug in its defiance. Try again, little hunter.

And so begins the game. A battle of wit, patience, and sheer feline determination. The avocado wobbles, rolls, spills a tiny treasure, then wobbles again. A treat for the effort. A mystery to be solved.

Why won’t it just fall?
How does it know my every move?
Am I playing with it, or is it playing with me?

This is no ordinary toy. It is a riddle wrapped in an avocado-shaped enigma, designed for those who find joy in the chase and wisdom in the wobble.

And so, the cat plays. Not because they must, but because some mysteries are too delicious to resist.