Pete's Expert Summary
So, my Human has presented me with a box full of smaller, crinkly packets. Inside these packets, I am told, are flat, glossy rectangles depicting various misshapen creatures. The Human calls them "Pokémon" and seems to believe their value lies in arranging them in plastic sleeves. From my superior vantage point, I see the immediate, fleeting appeal of the crinkly wrappers—an excellent sound for summoning staff. The box itself offers a mediocre, but serviceable, napping platform. The cards, however, are a profound disappointment. They possess no bounce, no satisfying heft for batting under the sofa, and they do not skitter when pounced upon. They are, in essence, just pictures of inferior beasts, a complete waste of my predatory talents.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The offering arrived with the usual ceremony: a crinkling bag, the Human's hushed, excited tones, and the placement of the box on the low table in the sunbeam room. I observed from my throne—the highest cushion of the couch—with an air of detached judgment. Another rectangle. How novel. The Human, with the fumbling grace of a newborn kitten, tore into the packaging, releasing six smaller, shinier packets. The sound was promising, a sharp *crinkle-snap* that spoke of potential mayhem. My tail gave a single, anticipatory twitch. He tore open the first packet, and my hopes turned to ash. Out slid not a mouse, not a feather, not even a wadded-up piece of paper, but a collection of stiff, silent squares. He laid them out one by one, a pathetic menagerie of cartoon combatants. A plant with a smug look, a ghostly dragon, some sort of metallic paradox. He called them "Destined Rivals." I have faced down the tyrannical red dot, a foe with no physical form and infinite speed. I have engaged in psychic warfare with the greebles that live in the walls. These glossy illustrations were an insult to the very concept of rivalry. I remained still, watching as the Human’s ritual continued. He sorted, he sleeved, he mumbled about "pull rates" and "ex cards." It was a strange, quiet madness. Then, as he arranged two of the more garish creatures to face each other on the table, a new thought crept into my mind, as silent and cunning as my own approach to a sleeping bird. This was not a toy for *me*. This was a diorama for *him*. He was a god, arranging his lesser creations, playing out silent, imaginary battles because he was incapable of participating in the real, visceral ones I wage daily against dust bunnies and dangling cords. With a soft *thump*, I descended from my throne. I did not pounce. I did not bat. I strode with regal purpose directly across the middle of his carefully arranged battlefield. The cards slid and scattered under my soft paws, disrupting the "destined" confrontation with the casual indifference of a true apex predator. The Human let out a small gasp of protest. I paused, turned my head, and gave him a slow blink. Let him have his flat little world of make-believe. It served as a useful, if flimsy, reminder of the true power structure in this house. The cards were unworthy of play, but they made for an excellent stage upon which to demonstrate my absolute and unquestioned reign.
