Pete's Expert Summary
My Human has acquired a disturbingly large quantity of what appears to be inert, brightly-colored sludge. They call it "Play Modeling Dough." I see six one-pound tubs of this substance, which they claim is for "creativity" and "fine motor skills"—concepts that are frankly beneath a creature of my refined sensibilities. The primary selling point for my delicate nose is that it's unscented; a small mercy, I suppose. While its non-toxic, food-grade nature is noted, it is not food, and therefore holds little intrinsic value. I suspect its only true purpose, from my point of view, is to be squished into the grout or for a small, forgotten piece to become a temporary puck for batting under the furniture. Otherwise, it seems a colossal waste of my supervisory time.
Key Features
- SUPERIOR PLAY DOUGH – The unscented play dough for kids comes in a variety of snazzy colors. 1 lb of modeling dough comes packed in a resealable container for quick clean-up and long-lasting use! Includes activity guide.
- ALL-NATURAL INGREDIENTS – This children’s play dough is non-toxic and made of natural food-grade ingredients. It contains no nuts, dairy, eggs, gelatin, latex or corn. It does contain wheat.
- FINE MOTOR DEVELOPMENT – Help kids improve their fine motor skills by letting them play with this colorful dough. Squishing, punching, rolling and molding the play dough will help strengthen their hand and finger muscles.
- TEACH COLOR MIXING – Kids have a blast mixing two primary colors together to create secondary colors. Watch the amazement on their face as they smash, roll and mix blue and red playdough together to create purple!
- MADE IN THE USA – The Hygloss Products Unscented Play Dough is proudly made in the USA. It is suitable for ages 3 and up and conforms to ASTM-D4236.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The operation began under the cover of mid-afternoon sunbeams. The Human, with an air of conspiratorial glee I find deeply unsettling, unsealed a large box and produced six cylindrical containers, each a bastion of offensively bright color. They were artifacts from another world, silent and still. My initial analysis from across the room determined they were neither food nor foe. They possessed no scent, a vacuum in the rich tapestry of household aromas, which was perhaps the most suspicious quality of all. I watched from my perch on the armchair, tail twitching, as the Human selected the yellow tub and peeled back its lid with a soft *pop*. With clumsy, giant paws, my staff member extracted a jaundiced lump and began to knead it. They rolled it, flattened it, and then, in a true act of blasphemy, attempted to sculpt my noble visage. The result was a grotesque, lopsided caricature, a blob with two pinched points for ears that did no justice to my magnificent gray tuxedo coat. I issued a low growl of artistic criticism, but the Human was undeterred. They then rolled a small piece into a ball and, with a flick of the wrist, sent it rolling across the hardwood floor directly into my path. An offering? A challenge? I refused to give them the satisfaction of immediate engagement. I let the yellow sphere come to a rest near my paws, studying it with an air of profound indifference. It was an imposter. It did not skitter like a bug or flutter like a feather. It simply lay there, a vibrant yellow blemish on the otherwise perfect floor. My curiosity, a treacherous and persistent beast, finally won out. I extended a single, perfect white paw and gave the object a tentative tap. It yielded. It had a strange, cool, fleshy quality. I tapped it again, with more force. It didn't bounce; it *squished* slightly and slid, tumbling end over end before coming to a stop. This was a new kind of physics. Unpredictable. I stalked it, circling my new, silent quarry. A quick jab sent it careening toward the leg of the coffee table, where it ricocheted at an entirely unexpected angle. A chase ensued, a silent ballet of predator and peculiar prey. I was no longer indulging the Human; I was conducting a scientific inquiry into the kinetic properties of this strange material. I cornered the yellow blob under the bookshelf, delivering a final, decisive pat. It was conquered. My final verdict was clear. The large tubs of colored dough are monuments to boredom, and the Human's sculpting ability is an affront to art itself. However, a small, liberated piece, when properly deployed upon a smooth surface, provides a satisfactory, if fleeting, diversion. It lacks the thrill of a live hunt, but its silent, weighty slide offers a unique challenge. Worthy of my attention? Only by accident, and only for a moment. Now, if you'll excuse me, this rigorous analysis has exhausted me. It's time for a nap.
