Pete's Expert Summary
My human has presented me with what appears to be a plush effigy of a barnyard animal—a cow, of all things. It comes from GUND, a name that carries some weight in the world of high-end nap accessories, so I won't dismiss it out of hand. Its advertised features—the rippled fur for textural interest, the floppy limbs for satisfying thrashing, and the respectable ten-inch stature—show some promise. The most intriguing detail, however, is its "slightly under-stuffed" nature. This suggests it won't be a rigid, unyielding lump, but rather a pliant and yielding subject, perfect for both aggressive "disemboweling" kicks and, more importantly, for molding into the perfect shape for a deep, triumphant slumber. It may be a worthy contender for my attention, moving beyond mere decoration into the realm of a functional comfort object.
Key Features
- COZYS COLLECTION PLUSH COW: This adorable stuffed cow sits at 10 inches tall and features soft, floppy limbs made for hugging and specially rippled, cream-colored plush fur with navy blue spots. The Cozys Cow also features velvety-soft beige horns and a tuft of fluffy navy fur on its tail, with a slightly under-stuffed body that makes hugs feel even sweeter
- SOFT & HUGGABLE: This plush toy is made from soft, huggable materials and features surface-washable construction for easy cleaning. Each Cozys Collection stuffed animal is appropriate for ages 1 and up and ships in a protective poly bag
- GIFT WITH GUND: Our plush dolls, teddy bears, sensory toys and stuffed animals make timeless birthday and baby shower gifts, anniversary gifts, and gifts for every other occasion. GUND kids toys, baby toys, and plushies are cuddly friends for life
- QUALITY CUDDLES: Our award-winning bears and kids toys appeal to animal lovers everywhere, known for unmatched quality and huggably soft designs. From toddler toys to kawaii plush for all ages, GUND toys are perfect for play, collecting and cuddling
- PREMIER PLUSH: As one of America’s first soft toy makers, GUND has crafted unique and classic teddy bears and plush animals for 125 years. Today we proudly carry this legacy and stand by our kids toys, known globally for quality and innovation
- Includes: 1 GUND Cozys Collection Plush, Poly Bag
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The artifact was placed on the rug during what I call the "Great Unboxing Delusion," a ritual where the human believes that presenting me with new objects will somehow earn my eternal gratitude. This one was a cow. I watched from my throne on the velvet armchair as the human departed, leaving the creature sitting alone in a pool of afternoon sun. It was an emissary, a silent diplomat from an unknown kingdom, and I was the undisputed sovereign of this one. It was time for a state visit. I descended from my perch with the deliberate, silent grace befitting my station. The cow did not flinch. Its navy blue spots were like islands on a sea of rippled cream fur. I began my inspection with a slow, circling patrol, my tail twitching like a metronome of judgment. I noted its velvety horns—too soft to be a threat—and the pathetic tuft of fur on its tail. It was an open book. I extended a single, perfect gray paw and gave it a tentative pat. It yielded, collapsing slightly. The human's report was accurate: under-stuffed. This wasn't an adversary; this was a supplicant. My initial assessment complete, it was time for the trial. The trial by force. I crouched, wiggled my hindquarters, and launched myself at the bovine figure. My attack was swift and brutal. I grabbed its floppy torso with my front paws and delivered a flurry of punishing kicks with my hind legs. The cow absorbed it all, its limp limbs flailing in a most satisfactory manner. It offered no resistance, only a soft, compliant squishiness. There was no thrill of the hunt, no challenge to my authority. It was, in essence, a very well-constructed pillow with delusions of grandeur. Disappointed but not entirely displeased, I ceased my assault. The cow lay on its side, a casualty of my casual might. As I stood over it, panting lightly, a new purpose for it dawned on me. This wasn't a toy to be conquered; it was a spoil of war to be enjoyed. I nudged its plush flank, positioning it just so. Then, with a deep, rumbling purr, I curled up against its soft, rippled side, resting my head on its defeated form. The emissary had failed its mission to entertain me as prey, but it had succeeded spectacularly in its new, unspoken role: as the finest mattress I had deigned to use all week. It would be allowed to live. For now.
