Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in their infinite and often baffling wisdom, has presented me with a small, plastic effigy of a red box with eyes. This “Funko” brand is known for these lifeless totems, and this one is no different. It is apparently a tribute to some archaic human amusement device called a "View-Master." It boasts a "durable vinyl" construction and a size perfect for cluttering a desk. For a feline of my refined tastes, this object offers nothing. It does not skitter, it does not crinkle, it does not possess the tantalizing aroma of catnip or fish. Its only potential function, as I see it, is as a lightweight, brightly colored projectile to be batted from a great height. A momentary diversion, perhaps, but ultimately a profound waste of the resources that could have gone toward a tin of premium tuna.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box it arrived in smelled of cardboard and distant warehouses—a passable appetizer, but the main course was a profound disappointment. The human held the little red figure aloft, beaming. “Look, Pete! It’s a classic! An Ad Icon!” I blinked slowly, a gesture they tragically misinterpret as affection rather than my processor rebooting from the sheer inanity of the statement. An icon? I, with my perfectly symmetrical white bib and paws, am an icon. This was a lump. They placed it on the mantelpiece, right next to a framed picture of a lesser, hairless primate they call "nephew." For two days, it sat there, mocking me. Its large, black, circular eyes—the lenses of the so-called View-Master—seemed to follow me with a vacant, plastic stare. It didn't move. It didn't react. It was the antithesis of everything that makes life interesting. The human would occasionally point at it and make pleased noises. This could not stand. An object of such profound uselessness was occupying prime, elevated territory and, worse, was a focal point for affection that was rightfully mine. On the third day, I decided to conduct a small experiment in physics and psychology. I waited until the human was engrossed in their glowing rectangle, then made a silent, graceful leap onto the mantel. I feigned a sudden, intense interest in a dust mote near the figurine's base. I stretched, extending my forelegs with theatrical languor, allowing my fluffy gray tail to casually sweep across the shelf. The "durable vinyl" figure offered almost no resistance. It tumbled through the air with a distinct lack of grace and met the hardwood floor with a dull, unsatisfying *thump*. The human gasped, rushing over not to check on my well-being, but to rescue the plastic idol. I watched, feigning utter surprise, from my perch. My verdict was clear. As a toy, it was a categorical failure. As an instrument for commanding human attention, however, it performed its function flawlessly, if only once. A temporary success, but I’ve already moved on. There is a sunbeam in the living room that requires my immediate supervision.
