Gary, a man with a salad obsession, meticulously builds his meal. ‘This is going to be legendary,’ he mutters, layering spinach, cherry tomatoes, cucumber slices, and a drizzle of olive oil. But when he takes a bite, it’s bland. ‘What’s missing?’ he asks the empty kitchen. Then he remembers: ‘Bacon!’ He sprints to the fridge, but the bacon is gone. He checks the counter, the couch, even the shower. Finally, he finds his cat, Sir Fluffington, chewing on a strip of bacon. ‘You little traitor!’ Gary yells. The cat blinks innocently, then swallows. Gary groans, ‘I’ll never trust a feline again.’
