Day and night, he chased it. He'd pounce on it while his human was sleeping, batting it across the floor and leaving an eerie green trail in the darkness. When awake, his human would dangle it teasingly, and Addict would leap and twist in the air, eyes blazing like a junkie in a neon-lit alley. He wasn’t just playing—this cat was hooked, strung out on that toy like it was catnip-laced crack. Cocaine? Crack? You name it, Addict was on it, and that little green toy was his dealer.