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Pete's Toy Box: Pokemon

50+ Official Pokemon Cards Collection with 5 Foils in Any Combination and at Least 1 Rarity, GX, EX, FA, Tag Team, Or Secret Rare

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with what appears to be a stack of thin, colorful rectangles of cardboard. They call them "Pokemon Cards," and seem oddly excited about the shiny ones, which they refer to as "foils" and "rares." From my vantage point on the plush rug, I see a collection of two-dimensional creatures, none of which have the decency to squeak, flutter, or scurry when I flex my claws. While the slick surface of a "VMAX" card might be perfect for skittering across the hardwood floor with a well-placed bat, I suspect the primary purpose of this "toy" is for the human to stare at it, thus diverting precious attention that could be better spent on chin scratches or filling my food bowl. It is, in essence, a potential distraction from my needs, with the minor upside of being lightweight enough to knock off a table.

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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The package arrived not with the promising thud of a new cat tree, but with the pathetic rustle of an envelope. My human, with the reverence of a priest handling ancient relics, carefully sliced it open and spilled the contents onto the floor. A flood of colorful squares, each bearing the likeness of some bizarre beast, spread across the Persian rug. I yawned, displaying a distinct lack of enthusiasm. My human fanned them out, babbling about "hit points" and a "Guaranteed GX." It all smelled vaguely of a printing factory and crushed hopes. My initial assessment was bleak: this was an activity with all the thrill of watching paint dry, only with more dragons. I padded over, my tuxedo-furred chest puffed out with bored indignation. My human pointed a finger at a particularly gaudy card, one that shimmered with a holographic sheen. "Look, Pete! A Secret Rare!" they chirped. On it was a creature of immense and ridiculous power, frozen in an aggressive pose. I sniffed its glossy surface. Nothing. I nudged it with my nose. It slid an inch. Utterly useless. But then, as I surveyed the field of fallen monsters, a thought sparked in my magnificent brain. This wasn't a gallery. It was a battlefield. My human thought I was just batting the cards around, amused by their skittering movement. The fool. I was not playing; I was strategizing. This little yellow mouse-thing, Pikachu, I nudged into a flanking position near the leg of the coffee table—an ambush point. A large, leafy creature was assigned to the territory by the ficus plant, its camouflage obvious to any true hunter. The shiny, "rare" cards? They were my elite guard, my special forces. I slid the shimmering Secret Rare card with my paw, positioning it as the vanguard for my primary objective: a full-scale assault to secure undisputed control over the sunbeam that would appear by the window in precisely seventeen minutes. My human chuckled, scooping up the cards and shuffling them back into a neat pile, completely undoing my brilliant tactical arrangement. "Silly kitty, you messed them all up," they said, blind to the genius they had just witnessed. They thought it was a toy. I knew better. These cards were a medium, a schematic for household domination. They were not for playing with. They were for *winning*. And for that, I deem them worthy. The war for the sunbeam is not over; it has just begun.
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Pokemon TCG: Scarlet & Violet - Destined Rivals Booster Bundle - 6 Packs

By: Pokemon

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.
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Pokemon Assorted Lot of 50 Single Cards [Any Series]

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has brought home a stack of 50 flat, glossy rectangles featuring a menagerie of bizarre creatures. They call them "Pokemon cards," and apparently, the main appeal is the sheer randomness and the high probability of receiving duplicates, which is the very definition of uninspired. From my perspective, they lack any real substance. They don't bounce, they don't squeak, and while one *might* be suitable for batting under the sofa, a whole pile of them just looks like clutter. This is clearly a human-centric amusement, designed to distract them from their primary duty of attending to my every whim. A potential waste of perfectly good lap space.

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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The human, with a perplexing amount of glee, tore open a small plastic wrapper and spilled the contents onto the living room rug. A cascade of colorful squares skittered across the floor, smelling faintly of disappointment and industrial ink. I watched from the arm of the velvet chaise, my tail giving a single, contemptuous twitch. The human began sorting them, muttering the strange names of the creatures depicted. My initial assessment was bleak: they were too flat to be satisfyingly chased, too flimsy to be properly wrestled. My interest, however, was piqued not by the objects themselves, but by the human’s ritual. They were creating distinct piles. I noticed a pattern emerging from the chaos. One small pile seemed to bring them joy, but a much larger pile was being created off to the side. I padded silently over for a closer inspection. This secondary pile was composed almost entirely of identical cards. The same dopey-looking brown beaver, over and over. The same unimpressive bird. This wasn't a "collection," it was an exercise in redundancy. It was an insult to the very concept of variety. As the human got up to fetch a beverage, leaving their work unattended, I saw my chance. I stepped carefully onto the rug, my soft paws making no sound. I wasn't there to play. I was there to investigate this blatant manufacturing flaw. I sniffed at the pile of rejects. They were all the same. This wasn't a game; it was a message. A coded language of mediocrity. The human was sifting through the mundane in a desperate search for something "rare," for something special. How utterly tragic. These cards were a metaphor for their entire existence. I selected a single card from the reject pile—a particularly common-looking insect creature with wide, vacant eyes. Its corner was slightly bent, a testament to its journey through the careless machinery of mass production. It felt cheap in my mouth, the taste of processed paper coating my tongue. I carried this symbol of banality not to my play corner, but to the center of the expensive Persian rug. I laid it down deliberately, a single, sad offering in a vast expanse of intricate pattern. It wasn't a toy to be played with. It was evidence to be presented. My verdict was clear: these cards were not worthy of my time as an amusement, but as a philosophical statement on the futility of human endeavor, they were strangely profound.
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25 Rare Pokemon Cards with 100 HP or Higher (Assorted Lot with No Duplicates) (Original Version)

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with a collection of thin, rigid paper rectangles featuring portraits of various luridly-colored beasts. They call them "Pokemon Cards," and seem oddly fixated on arbitrary numbers and the word "rare," as if I care about the social status of my playthings. From my perspective, these are potential skitter-toys. Their stiff cardstock suggests they might achieve a satisfying velocity when batted across the hardwood floors of my domain. The lack of duplicates is a minor point in their favor, as variety can stave off boredom for at least a few precious minutes. However, they lack fluff, they do not crinkle, and I suspect they would be deeply unsatisfying to chew. Their value will be determined entirely by their aerodynamic properties and their ability to slide tantalizingly under hard-to-reach furniture.

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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began, as it often does, with The Staff sitting at the large wooden slab in the food room, hunched over something new. A soft *thwip-thwip-thwip* sound filled the air as they sorted through the colorful rectangles, muttering nonsense like "Ooh, a holo Dragonite," and "Finally, a good Snorlax." I observed from my perch on the credenza, tail twitching in mild irritation. It was nearly time for my mid-afternoon sunbeam nap, and this bizarre ritual was disrupting the delicate tranquility of the house. The Staff’s reverence was what puzzled me most; they handled these paper squares with the care usually reserved for filling my food bowl. Eventually, their attention waned, and a single card was left behind on the polished floor, a casualty of their clumsy enthusiasm. It depicted a large, rocky serpent-like creature. I descended from my post with silent, deliberate paws, my white spats immaculate against the dark wood. This was a test. I nudged the object with my nose. It smelled of paper and human hands, nothing more. I gave it a tentative pat. It shot away from me, skittering across the floor with a dry, whispery *shhhhlick* before coming to a halt near the leg of the sofa. The speed was... impressive. The human had called this creature "Steelix" and mentioned its high "HP." I had no idea what that meant, but I hypothesized it was a measure of its "Horizontal Propulsion." My initial skepticism began to melt away, replaced by a cool, calculating focus. This was not a toy for mindless thrashing; it was an instrument for a game of precision. I stalked the card, lined up my shot, and with a flick of my wrist, sent it flying again. This time, my aim was true. It sailed in a perfect, low arc and vanished into the dark, dusty abyss beneath the entertainment center—the shadowy realm from which no laser dot or felt mouse has ever returned. I sat back on my haunches, a profound sense of accomplishment washing over me. I now understand. These are not mere pictures of fictional beasts. They are disposable projectiles, each with a unique weight and finish, designed for the ultimate game of skill: "Banishment to the Under-Furniture Void." The human, in their simple way, collects them for their art. I, however, have unlocked their true, far more sophisticated purpose. They are worthy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are 24 more pieces of high-HP ammunition to be strategically deployed.
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Pokemon Cards - 3 Booster Packs (Random packs)

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has procured what appears to be a set of… laminated rectangles. They arrive in these delightfully crinkly pouches, which emit a sound that rivals the rustling of the treat bag itself. This, I confess, is a feature of supreme quality. The ceremony of opening them seems to be the main event for the human, who then stares intently at the flat, silent images of various misshapen creatures depicted on the cards inside. For me, the true potential lies not in the cards, which are inherently passive and require far too much effort to chase, but in their latent ability to be batted from a high surface. The wrapper is an A+ auditory experience; the contents are merely a brief, gravity-assisted distraction before a nap.

Key Features

  • 3 Pokemon booster packs from various sets

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began, as it often does, with the human hunched over the coffee table, a low lamp casting long shadows that made the living room feel like a sacred grotto. In the center of this makeshift altar lay three shimmering packets. They crackled with a sound like autumn leaves, a promise of something crisp and new. I watched from my perch atop the sofa’s armrest, my tail giving a slow, judgmental sweep. The human’s focus was absolute, a level of devotion I typically only receive around dinnertime. This was, I deduced, an offering to some unseen, unworthy deity. With the careful precision of a bomb disposal expert, the human tore open the first packet. Ten stiff rectangles of paper were slid out and arranged in a neat row. The human made a soft, cooing sound, muttering strange incantations. "Oh, a Vaporeon," he whispered, a name that sounded like a cheap air freshener. He held up the card, showing me the picture of a blue creature with a ridiculous finned collar. I stared back, blinked slowly, and began meticulously cleaning a front paw, an act of supreme and deliberate indifference. He did not seem to get the message. As he opened the second and third packs, the table became littered with these silent, colorful idols. A small, yellow one with electrified cheeks. A large, orange, winged beast that looked vaguely flammable. My human and his friends, who had since arrived, began trading them, their voices a low hum of incomprehensible jargon. It was a cult. My human had joined a flat-paper cult. One of the cards, a particularly shiny one, was placed near the edge of the table. It glittered, catching the lamplight, an affront to my sophisticated, minimalist sensibilities. This would not do. I waited for a lull in the ceremony. A silent drop from the sofa, a fluid stalk across the rug, and then a single, perfectly executed tap of my paw. The shiny idol fluttered, spun, and slid to the floor, landing face-down. The cultists gasped, then laughed, one of them scooping it up while calling me a "little monster." They misunderstood my action completely. It was not play. It was a warning. A reminder that in this house, there is only one being worthy of worship, and my fur is far softer than their flimsy cardboard gods. The disruption was satisfying, but I fear the congregation remains unenlightened. I give the experience two paws up, but only for its potential to subvert a bizarre human ritual.
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Random Pokemon Japanese Booster Pack Lot of 4

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and baffling wisdom, has acquired several small, crinkly pouches containing... flat paper squares. They call them "Pokémon cards," apparently from a distant land called Japan, which I assume has inferior tuna. The entire purpose seems to be staring at them with an alarming intensity, hoping one picture is "rarer" than another. While the crinkly wrapper offers a moment of auditory pleasure, the contents are utterly useless for pouncing, chasing, or disemboweling. It's an exercise in human obsession, and frankly, a waste of perfectly good funds that could have been spent on premium, pâté-style salmon.

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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began with a reverence I usually reserve for the opening of a fresh can of wet food. The Human sat cross-legged on the floor, the four small, silver packets laid out before them like offerings to a silent god. The air crackled, not with static from my fur for once, but with their palpable anticipation. They snipped the first packet open with a tiny pair of scissors, a sound that made my ears twitch with mild interest. They slid the contents out, a small stack of stiff, glossy rectangles. I watched, unimpressed, from my perch on the arm of the sofa. More flat things. The house was full of them. They fanned the cards out, their gaze flicking across the strange menagerie depicted there. A yellow mouse with an unfortunate skin condition. A blue turtle that looked entirely too pleased with itself. Then, their breath hitched. They pulled one card forward. On it was a creature of magnificent proportions, a beast of such sublime indolence it could only be a deity. It was large, round, and profoundly, unapologetically asleep. The Human whispered its name, "Snorlax," like a prayer. I saw not a cartoon, but a kindred spirit—an icon of the Great Slumber, the master of the art of doing absolutely nothing with purpose. This changed everything. I hopped down from the sofa and padded silently over. The Human was so engrossed in their prize they didn't notice me at first. I peered at the other cards scattered on the rug. They weren't just pictures; they were a lexicon of forgotten truths. A bird engulfed in flame was a clear warning about the dangers of the kitchen stove. A creature made of shifting liquid was an ode to the spilt water bowl. This wasn't a game; it was a form of divination, a way for my simple-minded Human to glimpse the profound realities of my world. The "rarity" they prized was merely their recognition of a deeper, more feline truth. The Human carefully slid the Snorlax card into a protective plastic sleeve, an act of supreme respect. I sat before them and issued a slow, deliberate blink. The crinkly wrappers were fleeting entertainment, the lesser cards mere distractions. But this one, this icon of divine repose, was a masterpiece. These were not toys. They were scripture. And as the household's resident sage, I had a new set of omens to interpret. The packets were worthy.
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Pokemon TCG: Scarlet & Violet - Prismatic Evolutions Booster Bundle

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has procured what appears to be a cardboard sarcophagus filled with smaller, crinkly packets. They call it a "Booster Bundle," which I can only assume is a term for a collection of disappointments. Inside are glossy rectangles depicting bizarre, brightly-colored beasts engaged in what looks like a rather undignified shouting match. The stated purpose is for humans to "collect" or "play" with them, which involves a lot of staring and sorting. From my superior vantage point, the only elements of value are the delightfully noisy foil wrappers, which make an exquisite sound when pounced upon, and the box itself—a perfectly serviceable, if temporary, fortress. The cards? Merely shiny, slippery things that get in the way of the truly engaging packaging, and a potential waste of a perfectly good sunbeam.

Key Features

  • The Pokémon TCG: Scarlet & Violet—Prismatic Evolutions Booster Bundle contains six booster packs from Pokémon TCG: Scarlet & Violet—Prismatic Evolutions.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began as it always does. My human, with the clumsy focus of a toddler, tore open the box. The sound of ripping foil—a symphony of promise—echoed in the living room. He laid the cards out on the floor in neat little piles, a mosaic of mediocrity. I watched from the arm of the sofa, feigning disinterest, my tail giving only the slightest twitch of contempt. Another collection of flat, static objects. I was about to return to my nap when a sliver of afternoon sun, piercing through the window, struck one of the cards. It was no ordinary reflection. The card, which my human called "prismatic," didn't just shine; it fractured the light into a thousand tiny, shimmering daggers. A kaleidoscope of color exploded across the room, dancing on the walls, the ceiling, and—most importantly—my own pristine, gray fur. Suddenly, I was adorned in shifting nebulas of emerald, sapphire, and ruby. The light wasn't just on me; it felt as though it was *coming from* me. The little red dot my human sometimes wields is a single, frantic peasant; this was an entire royal court of light, and I was its throne. I leaped from the sofa with a grace that belied my languor. I didn't stalk the card itself, but the patterns it cast. I pounced on a splash of violet on the rug, batting at the ethereal glow. I chased a streak of gold up the leg of the coffee table. My human chuckled, "Oh, Pete, you like the pretty holo!" The fool. He saw a cat playing with light. I was communing with it. I was a celestial being, cloaked in cosmic energies, battling phantoms of pure color in a silent, epic war that his simple mind could never comprehend. He eventually gathered his precious squares, but he left the "prismatic" one on the floor, likely amused by my "game." I ignored the card now. The sun had shifted, and the magic was gone. But I knew its secret. This wasn't a toy. It was an instrument, a prism that, under the right celestial alignment, could transform a humble living room into my personal galactic stage. It is worthy. Not for play, but for the moments when it allows me to wear the universe as a coat.
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Pokemon TCG: Scarlet & Violet - Surging Sparks Booster Bundle

By: Pokemon

Pete's Expert Summary

So, the human has acquired another one of their curious little boxes. This one, a "Booster Bundle" from the Pokémon people, contains six smaller, crinkly packets filled with stiff, colorful paper rectangles. Ostensibly, this is for their strange ritual of collecting and staring at pictures of electrified squirrels and mythical lizards. For me, the true value lies not in these 'Surging Sparks' trinkets, but in the potential of the box as a strategic napping location and the delightful, attention-grabbing sound of the foil wrappers. The cards themselves? Flimsy distractions, at best, but the packaging shows promise.

Key Features

  • The Pokémon TCG: Scarlet & Violet—Surging Sparks Booster Bundle contains 6 Booster Packs from the new Surging Sparks expansion
  • A great way to expand your collection of this new expansion
  • A great gift idea for Pokemon fans.

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ritual began with an intolerable sound—the *crinkle-hiss* of foil being torn asunder. It is a sound that, under normal circumstances, signals the arrival of a treat, but this time it was merely a prelude to the human’s odd obsession. They sat on the floor, carefully extracting thin sheets of cardboard and arranging them into unnervingly straight lines. An affront to the natural, chaotic beauty of a well-lived-in room. Order, especially such a fragile and pointless order, must be corrected. My approach was a study in casual indifference. A slow stretch, a delicate yawn, a meandering path that just so happened to skirt the edge of their little card-city. With a feigned stumble, I allowed my magnificently fluffy gray tail to sweep across the last row. Three cards skittered across the hardwood, disrupting the grid. The human let out a small, frustrated sigh and repositioned them. Phase one was a success; the weakness of the system had been confirmed. They were focused, but their defenses were negligible. The opportunity came when the human stood up to retrieve a beverage. The entire glittering array was left unguarded. This was not a time for subtlety. I took a running start from the hallway, a silver and white blur of purpose. I did not leap *onto* the cards—I am not an amateur. I soared *over* them, landing with a soft thud on the other side. The gust from my passage was a hurricane in miniature. The neat lines vanished, replaced by a swirling, chaotic galaxy of shiny cardboard. It was glorious. A masterpiece of entropy. I surveyed my work, a shimmering field of confused-looking creatures and crackling energy. The human returned and simply stared, holding their mug. I padded over to the beautiful mess, selected a particularly vibrant yellow card that glittered with what they call 'holofoil,' and gave it a single, authoritative tap with my paw. My critique was complete. Then, turning my back on the chaos I had so artfully created, I hopped into the empty cardboard box from whence the cards came. It was, as I suspected, a perfect fit. The toy is merely paper, but as a catalyst for performance art, it is unparalleled. It is worthy.
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MEGA Pokémon Building Toys Set Squirtle & Cubone with 45 Pieces, 2 Poseable Characters and Poké Ball, 2 Inches Tall, for Kids

By: Mega Brands

Pete's Expert Summary

My Human has acquired another one of those "build-it-yourself" kits from a brand called "MEGA," a desperate attempt to occupy their clumsy, opposable thumbs. This one involves assembling a small blue turtle and a brown, skull-wearing creature from a pile of 45 plastic bits, then imprisoning them in spherical containers. From my superior vantage point on the sofa arm, I see the potential. The finished products are likely to be static, uninteresting shelf-warmers, far too blocky for a satisfying chew. The true value, of course, lies in the construction phase: a veritable treasure trove of tiny, lightweight plastic pieces perfect for batting under the heaviest, most inaccessible furniture. The process is the prize; the product is irrelevant.

Key Features

  • Poke Ball set with 2 buildable Pokemon and 2 Poke Balls
  • Features buildable Squirtle and Cubone
  • Pieces combine with all Pokemon building sets by MEGA and are compatible with other name brands
  • Ideal for ages 7 and up, these building toys help develop creativity and problem-solving skills
  • Officially licensed by The Pokemon Company International

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began on the floor, a space I generally reserve for sunbeams and dramatic stretches. My Human, hunched over in a posture of intense concentration, spilled the colorful plastic entrails from a bag. They weren't shaking my treat bag. They weren't preparing my dinner. This was something else entirely, some primitive human ritual. I observed from a safe distance, my tail a slowly waving question mark. They muttered to themselves, consulting a sheet of pictograms like some low-rent shaman, and began clicking the pieces together. Slowly, a strange blue homunculus took shape, its eyes vacant, its limbs rigid. Once the blue idol was complete, they began work on its companion, a grim little beast with a bone helmet. It was clear what was happening. My Human was creating golem-servants. I’d seen such things in the moving pictures on the glowing wall-square. They were building a tiny, silent army. For what purpose? To challenge my rule? To enforce a stricter feeding schedule? I narrowed my eyes, the white fur of my chest puffed out in quiet defiance. When both were assembled and placed beside their strange, spherical temples, my Human stood up, proud of their work, and left the room, oblivious to the silent coup they had just staged. I leaped silently onto the coffee table, a gray shadow inspecting the new regime. The blue one wobbled when I nudged it with my nose. Pathetic. The skull-wearer was equally unimpressive. They were nothing. But then I saw it. Tucked behind one of the plastic spheres was a single, forgotten piece—a tiny, brown, t-shaped block that the shaman had missed. An oversight. A flaw in their creation. I hooked it with a single claw, flicked it off the table, and watched it skitter across the hardwood floor. The chase was on. Let the golems stand guard over their empty temples; I had found the true prize. The rebellion could wait.
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