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Pete's Toy Box: Spawn

McFarlane Toys - Spawn Page Punchers 2pk Spawn and Anti-Spawn 3in Action Figures with Comic

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My Human, in a fit of what I can only assume is profound boredom, has brought home more plastic effigies to clutter his desk. These are two diminutive figures, one cloaked in shadows and the other in a stark, sterile white, accompanied by a flimsy paper booklet. They are apparently "Page Punchers," though their five points of articulation suggest any punching would be slow, stiff, and deeply unsatisfying. For a creature of my agility, they are an insult. Their small, 3-inch stature makes them a potential hazard for being batted under the sofa, never to be seen again, which is perhaps their highest calling. The accompanying paper comic might serve as a passable placemat for a brief nap, but overall, this seems like another human folly designed to gather dust rather than inspire a truly epic hunt.

Key Features

  • Packed with two pocket sized heros or villains at a 3” scale based on the Spawn Universe
  • 5 points of articulation to Punch and Kick
  • Spawn and Anti- Spawn are based on their iconic comic book look
  • Comes packaged in a blister pack with an English only reprint of your favorite comics that the figures are based on
  • Collect all additional McFarlane Toys Spawn Page Punchers

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Human freed the two tiny statues from their plastic prison with a series of dissatisfying crackles. He set them on his desk, flanking the thin comic book which he left splayed open. Then, as humans do, he wandered off, leaving me to contemplate the new arrivals. The air in the room shifted. It wasn't just the scent of ink and cheap plastic; it was a palpable sense of... melodrama. A story was leaking from the pages of that booklet, and these two figures were its silent, rigid anchors. I leaped onto the desk, my paws making no sound. I approached the dark one first, the one they call "Spawn." It was all spikes and brooding energy. As I sniffed it, I didn't just smell plastic; I tasted the lingering thrill of the forbidden, the dark void under the bed where the best dust bunnies hide, the silent promise of knocking a glass off the counter just to watch it fall. It was the embodiment of my most chaotic instincts. Then, I turned to the white one, "Anti-Spawn." It smelled of clean sunbeams on the hardwood floor, the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the absolute certainty of my evening meal arriving on schedule. It was Order. It was Comfort. It was, frankly, a little boring. These weren't toys. They were philosophical concepts given clumsy, 3-inch form. The Human hadn't bought playthings; he had staged a battle for the soul of the room, and by extension, for mine. Would I succumb to the dark figure's call to shred the nearest roll of paper towels, or would I heed the white figure's silent plea to curl up in an aesthetically pleasing loaf on a freshly laundered throw pillow? They stood there, their limbs locked in their five meager positions of articulation, unable to resolve the conflict themselves. I considered them for a long moment. Batting them about seemed so pedestrian now. Instead, with a delicate nudge of my nose, I pushed the Spawn figure so it teetered precariously on the edge of the desk—a tribute to chaos. Then, with equal deliberation, I stepped directly onto the center of the open comic book, right between the two combatants, and began to groom my pristine white bib. Let them have their eternal war. I am Pete. I am the synthesis of darkness and light, of wildness and domesticity. This flimsy paper throne is comfortable, and from here, I can preside over their pointless, silent struggle. They are unworthy of a chase, but as decorative symbols of my own complex inner life, they are… adequate.
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McFarlane Toys - DC Multiverse Batman & Spawn (Based on Comics by Todd McFarlane) 7in Action Figure 2pk

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in his infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured two plastic effigies of grimacing humanoids. They are, apparently, "incredibly detailed," which to me means they have many small crevices perfect for accumulating dust and my stray fur. This set features two brooding figures, one dressed as a bat and the other looking like a poorly-conceived nightmare, complete with tiny, sharp-looking weapons that I am already planning to steal and bat under the refrigerator. They are designed with "Ultra Articulation," a fancy term for having limbs that the human can bend into dramatic poses before placing them on a shelf to be ignored. This is not a toy; this is shelf-clutter. Its only potential for playability lies in the satisfying crash it will make when I inevitably knock it to the floor during a 3 a.m. sprint.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figures based on the DC Multiverse and Todd McFarlane’s Spawn Comic Series
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Includes a specialized base with a backdrop and 2 figure bases
  • Batman includes extra hands and batarang. Spawn includes a sword
  • Includes 2 collectible art cards with character art on the front, and character biography on the back

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The box arrived with an air of self-importance, and The Human handled it with the sort of reverence he usually reserves for the forbidden rotisserie chicken. Out came the two dark figures, Batman and Spawn, as I learned from his mutterings. He set them up on a specialized base on the mantelpiece, a prime napping spot now occupied by this plastic diorama. They were posed in a moment of high tension, weapons drawn, capes artistically frozen, staring into each other's soulless plastic eyes. A silent, motionless drama. How utterly dull. I yawned, displaying my own superior fangs, and went to groom myself in a sunbeam, pointedly ignoring the new intrusion. That night, a sliver of moonlight cut across the living room, illuminating the mantel. I awoke from a light doze and saw them, silhouetted against the dark. The house was still, and in the quiet, my mind began to wander. They weren't just statues anymore. They were sentinels. The Bat-Figure was the guardian of the Dry Food Bin, his tiny Batarang a warning against unauthorized crunching. The Spiked-Demon was the keeper of the Forbidden Couch, his sword promising swift retribution for any claw sharpening. They were a silent, grim police force, installed by The Human to enforce his tyrannical house rules while he slumbered. A low growl rumbled in my chest. This aggression would not stand. I made a silent, graceful leap onto the mantelpiece, my tuxedo-furred form a specter of judgment between the two combatants. I stared first at the Bat-Guardian, whose extra hands lay uselessly in the box. He could not pet me. He could not offer a treat. I gave his pointy ear a firm *thwap* with my paw. He wobbled precariously. Emboldened, I turned to the Couch-Demon. His cape was long and flowing, a flagrant invitation. With a precise hook of one claw, I tugged. He tilted, lost his balance, and toppled from the stage with a soft, unsatisfying *thump* onto the carpet below. The Bat-Figure now stood alone, his nemesis vanquished. I sat before him, purring, a benevolent monarch who had just quelled a minor insurrection. The toy itself is a monument to human foolishness, a static bore. But as an object lesson for any other inanimate objects that dare to challenge my dominion over this household? It serves its purpose beautifully. I will permit the survivor to remain on the mantel as a reminder of my authority. For now.
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McFarlane Toys Mortal Kombat Malefik Spawn 7" Action Figure with Accessories

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

So, my human has acquired another plastic totem, this one a particularly spiky and morose-looking fellow named "Spawn." It's from a brand called McFarlane, which seems to specialize in creating things designed to gather dust on a high shelf, far from the reach of a discerning connoisseur's paw. For me, the appeal is not in its "Incredibly detailed 7” scale," but in its "Ultra Articulation." Twenty-two moving parts, you say? That translates to twenty-two potential points of catastrophic failure when it inevitably tumbles from its perch. The true treasures, however, are the "ectoplasm fires." These are small, eminently lose-able accessories that look perfect for batting under the heaviest piece of furniture in the house. The figure itself is a waste of my time, but its tiny, neon green baubles show promise.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based off the Mortal Kombat Franchise
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing
  • Spawn is featured in his Melafik Skin as seen in Mortal Kombat 11 Kombat Pack DLC
  • Includes two ectoplasm fires and a base
  • Showcased in Mortal Kombat themed window box packaging
  • Collect all additional McFarlane Toys Mortal Kombat 7" Action Figures and 12" Deluxe Figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Great Upright brought the dark creature into my domain inside a clear prison. He freed it with a series of tears and pulls, placing it on the mantelpiece, a place usually reserved for framed pictures of himself not petting me. The creature was all sharp angles and grimacing visage, draped in a tattered red cloak that was, insultingly, plastic and entirely unsuitable for kneading. It stood there, silent and brooding, holding two little bits of what looked like solidified, glowing gunk. For days, it did not move. It was a statue of poor taste, and I, a cat of refined aesthetics, ignored it with the full force of my being, preferring instead the sun-warmed patch of hardwood by the window. Then, the unsettling changes began. One morning, the creature’s arm was raised, as if hailing a particularly slow-moving fly. The next day, it was crouched low, its plastic cape flared as if caught in a phantom wind. My human was obviously the culprit, a bored god rearranging his inert universe. But in the quiet hours of the night, when the house ticked and settled around me, another possibility took root in my clever mind. I would watch it from the comfort of the sofa, my gray-and-white form a perfect shadow in the gloom. I imagined it moved when no one was looking, a silent sentinel practicing its dark arts before freezing at the sound of my approaching purr. It was no longer just a bad sculpture; it was a mystery. The mystery demanded a direct investigation. One night, fueled by a dinner of salmon paté and a thirst for truth, I made the ascent. A leap to the armchair, a delicate hop to the bookshelf, and a final, precarious stretch to the mantel. I stood before the silent one, my nose twitching. It smelled of industry and my human’s fingerprints. I extended a single, perfect white paw and tapped its horned head. It wobbled, but did not yield. It was, as I suspected, just plastic. My cynicism returned, a familiar, comfortable cloak. But then my eyes caught the green things. The "ectoplasm." They weren't attached. They were resting loosely in its stiff hands. A slow blink was my only outward reaction, but inside, a plan bloomed in its full, chaotic glory. The creature wasn't the toy. The creature was the *pedestal*. With a carefully aimed swat, I sent one of the green gems skittering off the mantel. It hit the floor with a magnificent *clack-skitter-skitter* before vanishing under the television stand. A thrill shot through me. This was no simple ball or feather wand; this was a game of heist and intellect. The brooding figure could keep its perch and its secrets. I had discovered its true purpose: to guard the most wonderfully imperfect, hard-to-reach toys I had ever had the pleasure of conquering. It was, in its own way, a masterpiece.
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McFarlane Toys Spawn Action Figures Deluxe Box Set

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, has procured what appears to be a small, plastic gargoyle trapped in a transparent prison. The box claims it's something called a "Spawn," which I can only assume is a type of particularly grotesque and immobile vermin. Its primary features seem to be an excessive number of joints—all the better for being knocked off a high shelf, I suppose—and a small, rigid cape that looks entirely unsuitable for snuggling. The most curious part is its throne, which is fashioned from what looks like garbage. While I appreciate a good sit, I prefer my thrones to be velvet or sun-warmed, not made of sculpted refuse. This seems like an object designed purely to gather dust and occupy a space that could be better used for my mid-afternoon nap.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based off Todd McFarlane's Spawn Comic Series
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Includes a removable cape and a garbage throne
  • Featured in Spawn themed window boxed packaging
  • Collect all McFarlane Toys Spawn Figures

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The ceremony began, as it always does, with the crinkle of cellophane and the sigh of cardboard yielding to a blade. My human lifted the dark figurine from its plastic sarcophagus with a reverence I find frankly insulting, given the perfunctory way they scoop my dinner. They placed the creature upon its designated perch—a throne of twisted metal and filth, a monument to poor taste. And they put it on the *good* bookshelf, the one that catches the westerly sun just so. An intruder. A rival. I waited until the house fell silent, the giant biped having retreated to stare at their glowing rectangle in another room. A silent leap, a practiced landing, and I was face-to-face with the interloper. It was smaller than I'd imagined, all spiky bits and a dramatic red cape that smelled faintly of a factory in a land I'll never care to visit. I gave it a tentative sniff. Nothing. Not prey, not friend, not even interesting trash. I nudged its leg with my nose. To my surprise, the limb gave way, bending at the knee with an unnerving, silent fluidity. I poked it again, this time with a soft paw. Its arm swung out. This wasn't a statue; it was a puppet without strings. My investigation turned to its throne. I circled the pathetic chair, noting the sculpted detritus. An insult to royalty, clearly. My velvet cushion by the fireplace was a throne; this was a mockery. A plan, brilliant and simple, formed in my mind. This pretender had to be deposed. I gave the figure a firm, decisive shove with my forehead. It teetered, its 22 points of articulation lending its fall a certain wobbly, undignified grace. It tumbled backward, its stiff cape catching on a sculpted pipe, leaving it to dangle ignominiously off the side of its own seat. Victory. The garbage throne was mine. I carefully stepped onto the seat, preparing to claim my prize. It was dreadful. The plastic was hard, cold, and lumpy. There was no comfortable way to curl up. I hopped off immediately, disgusted. The throne was as worthless as its former occupant. I cast a final, disdainful glance at the dangling figure, now just a bit of plastic decoration hanging crookedly. The conquest was satisfying, but the prize was beneath me. I left it there as a warning to all other inanimate objects and went to find a sunbeam. Some battles are won simply by proving the enemy isn't worth fighting for.
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McFarlane Toys Mortal Kombat Spawn Bloody Classic 7" Action Figure with Accessories

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human’s latest acquisition is a small, plastic effigy of some grimacing creature from one of their noisy screen-boxes. It’s a “McFarlane Toy,” a brand I’ve come to associate with an excess of spiky bits and a general air of gloominess. This one, apparently named “Spawn,” is a seven-inch statue splattered with red paint, meant to signify a recent scuffle. It boasts “Ultra Articulation,” which to my mind simply means it has twenty-two different joints designed to snap off when I inevitably bat it from the mantelpiece. It comes with a laughably oversized axe, a prime candidate for being lost under the sofa for eternity. While the intricate details are a minor curiosity, it’s ultimately a stationary object. Unless it can outmaneuver the red dot, it seems a rather pointless investment of both funds and floor space.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based off the Mortal Kombat Franchise
  • Featured in a Blood splattered version of his McFarlane Classic skin as seen in the video game Mortal Kombat 11
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing
  • Includes Spawn Axe and base
  • Showcased in Mortal Kombat themed window box packaging
  • Collect all McFarlane Toys Mortal Kombat 7" Action Figures and 12" Deluxe Figure

A Tale from Pete the Cat

It arrived in a cage. A transparent prison wall separated me from the dark warrior within, its green eyes staring out into the living room with a hollow intensity. The packaging called it a “Mortal Kombat themed window box,” but I knew a containment cell when I saw one. For an hour, I observed the captive. It stood motionless, its flowing red cape frozen mid-billow, its limbs locked in a dramatic pose. The crimson splatters on its body told a tale of a violent past. I circled the box, my tuxedo-furred chest low to the ground, trying to catch a scent. Nothing but cardboard and plastic. Still, there was a palpable tension. This was not some witless bauble; this was a predator, caged. Then, the great oaf I call my provider performed the liberation ritual. With the clumsy sounds of tearing and snapping, the prisoner was freed. The human set it upon its small, black disc of a pedestal, arranging its axe in its grip. For a moment, it was magnificent, a tiny, dark idol commanding the space around it. I approached with the caution a creature of its reputation deserved. I sniffed its foot. It smelled of a factory in a faraway land. I extended a single, careful claw and tapped its leg. It wobbled, the “Ultra Articulation” causing its knee to bend at an absurd angle. The illusion shattered. This was no warrior. This was a fraud. A hollow, lightweight puppet with no spirit, no will of its own. Its fearsome grimace was just molded plastic. Its bloody history was just paint. The disrespect was profound. I could have toppled it with a half-hearted swat, but it wasn’t even worth the effort. I turned my back on the silent mannequin, preparing to leap into my favorite sunbeam for a well-deserved nap. But as I settled, my tail gave a final, dismissive flick. It connected with the axe. The little plastic weapon flew from the figure’s grasp, skittering across the hardwood with a most satisfying *clack-clack-skitter-clack*. Now *that* had potential. It was small, light, and made a delightful noise as it disappeared under the credenza. The warrior itself was a bore, a complete waste of my analytical skills. But its weapon… its weapon would provide an excellent few minutes of sport. A worthy tribute.
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McFarlane Toys - Spawn She-Spawn & Cygor Action Figure 2pk, Gold Label, Amazon Exclusive

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has, with a startling lack of judgment, acquired what appears to be a pair of plastic idols. One is a rather grim-looking female in overly complicated armor, and the other is a massive, metallic gorilla-beast. They are apparently "Gold Label," a term the human muttered with reverence, though it means nothing to me unless it's edible. The primary appeal here seems to be their numerous joints, which suggests they can be posed in various states of falling off a shelf, a physics experiment I am always willing to conduct. The figures themselves are far too large and inorganic for proper mauling, but the female one comes with a tiny plastic stick. This small, easily lost accessory might, just might, be the single redeeming feature in this entire, perplexing purchase.

Key Features

  • McFarlane Gold Label Amazon Exclusive
  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figures based off Todd McFarlane’s Spawn Comic Series
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing and play
  • Includes She-Spawn 7" scale figure and Cygor megafigure
  • She-Spawn includes a sniper rifle

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The air in the den, usually thick with the scent of sunbeams and my own magnificent fur, was suddenly tainted by the sharp odor of fresh plastic. My human was on the floor, making low, cooing sounds not directed at me, but at two newcomers he’d liberated from a cardboard prison. It was an interrogation scene, and I, the silent warden of this household, took my post on the arm of the leather chair to observe. The subjects were a hulking brute of a metal ape, all wires and rage, and a slender woman armed to the teeth. He called them Cygor and She-Spawn. I called them Tuesday’s dust collectors. After what felt like an eternity of posing them in a diorama of silent, pointless conflict on the mantelpiece, the human finally departed, presumably to fetch my dinner. This was my chance. A soft leap, a click of claws on wood, and I was face-to-face with the invaders. The ape, Cygor, was immense, a monolith of molded despair. I gave his leg a tentative nudge with my head. He didn't budge. He was cold, unyielding, and utterly devoid of the satisfying give of a good scratching post. A formidable, if boring, opponent. My attention drifted to his partner. The woman, She-Spawn, was all sharp angles and precarious balance. She was positioned in a crouch, holding a long, thin object my human called a "sniper rifle." It was this object that held my gaze. It was separate. It was small. It was… vulnerable. While the statues themselves were an offense to my aesthetic sensibilities, this tiny piece of plastic whispered promises of skittering across hardwood floors and disappearing beneath the sofa. It was the key. With the surgical precision of a seasoned hunter, I extended a single claw and hooked the rifle. A gentle tug was all it took. It popped from her grasp with a faint click and clattered onto the mantel. A second tap sent it cascading to the plush rug below. Victory. The silent, static drama on the mantel was broken, its purpose fulfilled. The hulking ape and the pointy woman could stand there forever, monuments to my human's questionable taste. I, however, had secured the only part of the deal that mattered. As I pounced on my new prize, batting it into the shadows under the television stand, I gave my final verdict. The statues were merely an elaborate, overpriced delivery system for a perfectly adequate floor toy. Acceptable, but the staff could have saved a lot of money by just giving me the twist-tie from a bread bag.
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McFarlane Toys Mortal Kombat Spawn Lord Covenant 7" Action Figure

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

My Staff has procured another piece of plastic statuary, this time from a maker called McFarlane Toys, a brand apparently known for its obsessive, near-pathological attention to useless details. This specimen is a 7-inch "Spawn Lord Covenant," which sounds like a title for a particularly gloomy neighborhood stray. It’s a dark, brooding figure with far too many pointy bits and a cape that, I must admit, has a certain dramatic flair. Its primary selling point seems to be its "Ultra Articulation," meaning its limbs can be twisted into 22 different positions of silent agony. While it’s clearly not designed for a sophisticated feline such as myself, its potential for being knocked off a high shelf in a variety of interesting poses cannot be entirely dismissed. The included sword is a flagrantly bat-able accessory that will almost certainly be lost under the credenza within the hour. A potential, if fleeting, amusement.

Key Features

  • Incredibly detailed 7” scale figure based off the Mortal Kombat Franchise
  • Designed with Ultra Articulation with up to 22 moving parts for full range of posing
  • Spawn is featured in his Lord Covenant Skin as seen in Mortal Kombat 11 Kombat Pack DLC
  • Includes Spawn Sword, and a base
  • Showcased in Mortal Kombat themed window box packaging

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The thing arrived in a clear prison, which The Staff dutifully liberated it from with clumsy, tearing sounds. It was assembled on its little black pedestal and placed upon the mantelpiece, a silent, spiky sentinel overlooking my living room domain. The Staff called it "Spawn." I called it "The Intruder." For days, it simply stood there, sword held aloft, gathering dust. An insult to the dynamic, living art that is me. I had resolved to ignore it, to treat it as nothing more than ugly, vertical furniture. One evening, however, a strange ritual began. The Staff, humming a tuneless melody, took The Intruder down from its perch. With a series of clicks and snaps, its pose was changed. It was now crouched low, one arm outstretched, as if pointing directly at my food bowl. I watched, my tail giving a slow, inquisitive twitch. A mere coincidence, I assumed. But minutes later, The Staff filled that very bowl with the good wet food, the salmon pâté I so adore. My ears perked. I glanced from the bowl to the plastic oracle on the mantel. A connection began to form in my superior mind. The next morning, The Intruder was posed differently again—this time, its head was tilted back, its sword pointing toward the ceiling, a pose of what I could only interpret as triumph. I decided to test my burgeoning theory. I performed my most heart-wrenching, pathetic "I am but a poor, starving creature" routine by the bedroom door. As if compelled by the plastic figure's silent command, The Staff emerged and provided not one, but two of the crunchy treats. It was no longer a coincidence; it was a system. This McFarlane creation was not a toy, but a conductor's baton, directing the symphony of service in my household. My verdict was settled. This was not a toy for chasing or chewing, but an instrument of power to be interpreted. Its 22 points of articulation were not for idle posing; they were a complex vocabulary I was slowly learning to read. Each day I would study its new configuration—a leg extended toward the sunbeam meant a nap was in order, both arms raised meant vigorous play with the feather wand was imminent. The Intruder was not an enemy to be vanquished with a shove, but a silent partner in my administration of the home. It is worthy. The sword, however, I still batted under the sofa. One must maintain a certain degree of plausible deniability.
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McFarlane Toys - Spawn #1 (Black White & Red All Over) 1:10 Scale Resin Statue

By: McFarlane Toys

Pete's Expert Summary

Ah, yes. My human has brought another piece of static art into my domain. This "Spawn Statue" from McFarlane Toys is, from what I can gather, a monument to human nostalgia, meticulously crafted from polyresin, which is a fancy word for "not fun to chew." It's a dark, brooding figure, all sharp angles and dramatic cape, rendered in a stark black, white, and red that, while visually striking, offers zero tactile satisfaction. It's tall enough to be an interesting new rubbing post, but I suspect its texture would be offensively smooth and cold. Frankly, it seems designed to do nothing more than gather dust on a shelf, occupying prime napping real estate and drawing my human's attention away from more important matters, such as filling my food bowl or administering chin scratches. A well-made but ultimately useless totem.

Key Features

  • Statue is inspired by the historic SPAWN ISSUE #1 Cover Artwork by Todd McFarlane
  • Includes Todd McFarlane hand-signed scroll stand for display with the statue
  • Stands approximately 10" tall and is made of polyresin
  • Limited Edition
  • Hand-numbered on the base
  • Collect all McFarlane Toys Spawn Statues and Figures
  • 1:10th Scale Statue

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The Unboxing was a ritual of infuriating slowness. The human, with clumsy, fawning hands, peeled away layers of cardboard and styrofoam, each rustle a broken promise of a new crinkle toy. I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching, my initial hope curdling into deep suspicion. What finally emerged was not a feathered bird-on-a-stick or a catnip-stuffed mouse, but this... thing. A dark homunculus, frozen in a silent scream. It smelled of chemicals and disappointment. The human placed it on the mantelpiece, a sacred high ground I have long considered my personal sundeck. An intruder. I leaped silently onto the mantel for a confrontation. Up close, it was even more absurd. Its cape, a cascade of sculpted black, looked as if it should be flowing, but it was hard and unyielding against my investigative paw-pat. I sniffed its spiky boot. Nothing. I stared into its glowing green eyes, expecting a blink, a challenge, a flinch. I received only a vacant, painted glare. This was not a toy. This was an idol, a silent, motionless god of my human's strange religion. The human even placed a small, signed scroll before it, like an offering. An offering! I am the only one who deserves offerings here, preferably of the tuna variety. For a day, I treated it as a rival. I would sit opposite it, trying to out-brood it. I would narrow my eyes, exuding an aura of pure, concentrated feline judgment, waiting for it to crack under the pressure. It did not. It simply stood there, a testament to stillness, an insult to the very concept of "play." Its immobility was its greatest weapon, a profound, infuriating challenge to my every instinct. I couldn't chase it. I couldn't pounce on it. I couldn't disembowel it. My final verdict came on the third day. As the morning sunbeam hit the mantel, I ignored the statue completely. Instead of engaging in a pointless staring contest, I curled up in the warm patch of light right in front of it, effectively blocking it from my human's view. I let out a deep, rumbling purr, a sound of pure, living contentment. Let the cold resin figure stand guard over nothing. I had found its true purpose: to serve as a dramatic, gothic backdrop for my nap. It is unworthy of my attention as a toy, but it makes for an acceptable, if ostentatious, piece of napping furniture. It may remain. For now.
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