Pete's Expert Summary
My human has, yet again, spent perfectly good tuna money on another piece of inert plastic for a shelf. This time, it's a disembodied head-covering from a brand I know well, McFarlane Toys—purveyors of exquisitely detailed statues that are strictly "for looking, not for batting." This particular artifact is a replica of the mask worn by that gloomy human character who thinks he owns the night. It's about seven inches tall, sits on a little stand, and has no discernible play value whatsoever. The ears are pointy, I'll grant it that, which might offer a moment's curiosity as a potential cheek-rubbing post, but I suspect its cold, hard plastic will be deeply unsatisfying. It is, in essence, a high-quality dust collector and a monument to my human's questionable financial priorities.
Key Features
- 1:3 SCALE COWL REPLICA based on Batman's First Appearance (Detective Comics #27)
- Stands approximately 7″ tall
- Includes display stand
- Collect all McFarlane Toys DC Direct Replica Cowls
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box it arrived in was far more interesting than its contents, but the human shooed me away with a frustrating, "Not for you, Pete." He carefully extracted the object—a dark, primitive mask with ears far too long and severe for any respectable creature. He placed it on the mantelpiece, a place of honor usually reserved for framed pictures of himself or, on one glorious occasion, a stray sunbeam I had claimed. I watched from the arm of the sofa, unimpressed. It was a silent, useless thing. Later that night, however, something changed. The house was still, and the only light was a sliver of moonbeam that sliced through the living room window. It caught the cowl just so. The long, sharp ears cast a looming shadow on the wall, a stark silhouette that seemed to vibrate with ancient authority. The empty eye slits no longer looked vacant; they seemed to hold the darkness of the room within them. I felt a prickle along my spine. This was not a toy. This was an idol. A totem from a lost tribe of shadow-dwellers. I leaped silently onto the mantel, my paws making no sound. I approached the effigy, my whiskers twitching as I analyzed its form. It smelled of nothing but factory plastic, a sterile and disappointing scent. But as I stared into its sculpted frown, I understood. The human, in his bumbling, primate way, had not brought a rival into my home. He had brought an offering. This stern, unyielding visage, this representation of a silent hunter who ruled the darkness and struck fear into the hearts of the unworthy... it wasn't a tribute to some fictional man. It was a tribute to *me*. The object itself is, of course, beneath me. It cannot be hunted, it provides no satisfying crunch, and it offers no sport. But its symbolism is undeniable. It is a shrine to the true master of this domain. I gave the pointy ear a single, deliberate nudge with my nose, a gesture of acceptance. The human thinks he bought a Batman cowl. What he actually acquired is the first piece of statuary for the Church of Pete. For that reason, and that reason alone, I will allow it to remain.
