Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought a large, white plastic tub into my domain. Based on the label, it contains five pounds of "Air Dry Clay," which smells faintly of damp earth and crushed potential. This is not, I have deduced, a toy for a being of my refined sensibilities. It is a primitive medium for the human to create lumpy, misshapen objects which she will then call "art" and force me to pose beside. The potential appeal lies not in the amorphous white putty itself, but in the process. The cool, yielding texture might be satisfying to press a paw into, leaving an indelible mark of my superiority. However, the resulting hardened lumps will merely become un-pounceable, inedible clutter, a complete waste of surfaces that could be used for my valuable napping time. The bucket, once empty, might make a decent throne.
Key Features
- CRAYOLA AIR DRY CLAY: Includes 5 pounds of Crayola Sculpting Clay in a re-sealable bucket.
- DIY CLAY PROJECTS: Crayola Air Dry Clay lets you use traditional clay sculpting techniques such as coil, slab, pinch, and score-and-weld. Add water to make the clay softer for ease of use!
- USE WITH PAINT: Crayola Project Paints & Acrylic Paints work well for adding details to your air dry clay creations.
- EASY CLEAN-UP: Resealable plastic bucket of Air Dry Clay is a snap to clean up.
- LONG LASTING: Store unused clay in an airtight container to keep it fresh and ready to reuse.
- MUST HAVE CLASSROOM SUPPLIES FOR TEACHERS: Perfect for classrooms and group activities, this 5lb bucket of bulk clay is a great resource for teachers looking to facilitate hands-on learning.
- NONTOXIC NATURAL CLAY: Fine, natural white clay is easy for little hands to sculpt, model, and mold. It's safe and nontoxic for ages 3 and up.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It began, as these things often do, with the Human clearing the coffee table. This is usually the prelude to some grand, disruptive project that ends with her sighing and me having to navigate a landscape of new, inconvenient objects. She opened the heavy white bucket and scooped out a pallid, doughy mass. She called it "The Foundation." I called it an insult to the elegant mahogany of the table. For an hour, she poked and prodded and rolled, her face a mask of intense concentration, before leaving the room to answer a summons from the glowing rectangle she carries everywhere. Left alone with the creation, I leaped onto the table for a closer inspection. It was a crude, lopsided vessel, something between a bowl and a fallen hat. An utter failure. Yet, it was still soft, still malleable. It held the faint scent of her hands, of her effort. An idea, cold and brilliant, formed in my mind. This was not a bowl. This was a trap. A vessel for holding something of value, like the little crunchy treats she rations so stingily. But it was flawed. The walls were too high, the opening too narrow for a creature of my dignified snoot. With the careful precision of a diamond cutter, I set to work. I used my nose to gently nudge one wall outward, creating a more accommodating slope. I used a single, extended claw to etch a delicate channel along the rim—a spillway, to prevent any catastrophic overflow of gravy, should the occasion arise. I patted down an uneven lump with my paw, ensuring a stable base. It was no longer her clumsy pot; it was my custom-designed feeding dish, a masterpiece of ergonomic feline engineering. I left a single, perfect paw print near the base as my signature. When she returned, she stopped dead. She looked at the modified vessel, her head tilted. "Oh," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You... improved it." She didn't understand the genius of the design, of course. She probably thought I was just "playing." But she let it dry that way. The next day, she painted it a rather fetching shade of blue and, to my astonishment, filled it with a generous portion of my favorite salmon pâté. It turns out this lump of Crayola earth wasn't a toy at all. It was a tool for communicating my needs to the slow-witted but ultimately trainable staff. A worthy, and quite useful, addition to my kingdom.
