Pete's Expert Summary
Ah, my human presents me with another potential distraction. This is a "Kermit Frog Hand Puppet" by a brand called "SUIYUEOUR," which sounds less like a purveyor of fine goods and more like a sound one makes when coughing up a hairball. It’s a rather large, 24-inch green thing made of polyester, designed for a human hand to shove inside and animate its mouth. The floppy, compressible body might make for a satisfying wrestling match, allowing me to execute a perfect bunny-kick flurry. However, its primary function relies on my human's active participation, which means it will likely be used to mock me with a squeaky voice. The appeal rests entirely on whether its soft fabric is worthy of my claws and its large, limp form is more entertaining for me to vanquish than it is for my human to operate.
Key Features
- 100% Polyester
- kermit doll is made of a soft exterior fabric so it feels comfortable to the touch, it makes him quite soft and huggable. Only the mouth structure is rigid, to make sure Kermit keeps his classic muppet-shape mouth. The cavity is accessed by an opening at the back and even an adult size hand is able to fit inside to make the mouth operate.
- The Kermit Frog Plush Puppet Hand Toy is made with movable mouth. With soft, foldable and compressible body, which help those children to create different pose as they like. With the imaginations, this will be the perfect gift idea to encourage an imaginative play.
- The Kermit the Frog Puppet was made with a particularly high attention to detail in order to perfectly capture the unique essence of The Muppet Movie, Kermit the Frog.
- Minimum age +12 months
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It arrived without ceremony, a limp, green effigy slumped over the arm of the sofa. For two days, it did not move. It was simply a new, silent topography in my kingdom, a verdant hill upon which dust motes settled. I observed it from my perch on the cat tree, judging its stillness. It had vacant, felt-like eyes and a strange, wide slit for a mouth. It smelled faintly of a factory and my human’s hand lotion. I had dismissed it as yet another failed attempt at décor, an object of no more consequence than a throw pillow. Then came the third day. As I was meticulously grooming my tuxedo front, my human approached the green thing. I watched, feigning indifference, as their hand vanished into an opening in its back. A shudder went through the puppet. Its head, previously lolling, snapped to attention. The wide slit of a mouth opened, a rigid black cavern revealed within, and a voice—my human’s, but strained into an absurdly high pitch—emanated from it. "Pete," it chirped, "It's not easy being green!" I froze, mid-lick. The creature had become a vessel, a grotesque mouthpiece for my staff's nonsense. This was not a toy; this was an insult. I leaped down from my tower, my tail a rigid question mark. I circled the possessed amphibian, which wiggled its floppy arms in a gesture I interpreted as a challenge. I am a predator. This thing, this… sock with a face, was an abomination. I crouched, my hindquarters wiggling as I calibrated my attack. I lunged. Not at the soft, yielding body, but at the source of the animation: my human’s arm, hidden beneath the green polyester skin. My pounce was perfect, my aim true. The puppet let out a very human-like "Oof!" and collapsed back into a lifeless heap. The human withdrew their hand, muttering something about "sharp claws." The green thing was still once more. I sniffed its rigid, silent mouth. Victory. It was, I decided, a deeply flawed adversary. It is nothing without the animating spirit of my human, making it less of a foe and more of a bothersome appendage. While the foldable body offers a certain tactical appeal for a future bout of solitary wrestling, its primary function is beneath my dignity. It is a worthy object for a takedown, but as a companion in play? It is far too needy. I shall permit it to exist only as a reminder of my swift and decisive supremacy.
