Pete's Expert Summary
So, the human has procured a "Sun Comfort Saddle" from a brand unironically named "AIRHEAD." A fitting match. From what I can gather, this is a large, flat rectangle of sapphire-blue foam, designed for humans to bob around foolishly in that giant, chlorinated water bowl they call a "pool." For me, its appeal is entirely terrestrial. The closed-cell foam construction means it won't get soggy if a stray beverage is spilled upon it (a frequent occurrence in this household), and more importantly, it won't absorb the scent of the dog. It’s too big to be a proper toy, but its firm, smooth surface presents a tantalizing opportunity for an extended, luxurious nap in a sunbeam, far from the undignified splashing it was designed for. It might be a worthy platform for afternoon meditation, but only if it remains impeccably dry.
Key Features
- POOL and LAKE FLOAT – stay cool riding the water with the Airhead Comfort Saddle, you’ll love the in-water immersion floating sensation
- DURABILITY – years of enjoyment with the Comfort Saddle’s closed cell foam technology that won’t absorb water, crack, chip, peel or tear and remains comfortable next to skin
- ECOCELL – made from ecocell foam, a long-lasting, luxurious foam that is environmentally friendly and 100% PVC free with no harmful off-gassing or oils touching your skin
- CALM WATER FLOAT – perfect for the pool or lake. Measures 32” x 16” x 1.25 inches and comes equipped with an easy carry handle
- FAMILY FUN SINCE 1991 – The Airhead Sports Group is a family of watersports, wintersports, and leisure brands focused on creating quality fun promoting products. Our brands encourage kids and adults to get outdoors, be active, and, most importantly have FUN
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It arrived in a box far too large for any reasonable purpose, and from it, the human extracted a slab of the most exquisite, deep blue. It wasn't a bed, not precisely. It was a dais. A platform. A Royal Barge. They called it a "saddle," and I, Lord Pete, decided I would indeed ride it—not upon some beast of burden, but upon the golden waves of a sunbeam. I claimed it immediately, leaping atop its surface. The foam, this "Ecocell," was magnificent. It yielded ever so slightly under my paws, a firm yet forgiving texture perfect for a preparatory biscuit-making session before settling in. The subtle handle on the side was a minor imperfection, a handle for the staff, no doubt. For two glorious days, the Sapphire Barge was my throne, positioned perfectly in the living room where I could receive adoration and supervise household activities from a comfortable distance. The betrayal came on the third day. The Airhead, my human, approached with that look of misguided purpose. Instead of presenting a tribute of treats or a ceremonial chin scratch, they grasped the staff-handle and lifted *my* throne. I was unceremoniously tipped onto the rug, a deep affront to my dignity. I watched, my tail twitching with fury, as they carried my beautiful blue dais out the sliding glass door. My initial thought was that they were merely moving my court to the patio, a reasonable, if presumptuous, change of venue. But my horror grew as they continued, walking toward the shimmering, chemical-scented abyss. The Pool. They couldn't. They wouldn't. With a casual toss that bespoke a profound ignorance of fine furnishings, the human flung my barge into the water. It landed with a soft splash, bobbing obscenely on the surface. Then, the ultimate desecration: the human climbed onto it, straddling it like a common waterlogged log, splashing and laughing. They had taken my throne, my perfect, dry, sun-warmed platform of serenity, and turned it into a cheap aquatic amusement. I sat by the glass, a deposed king, observing the sacrilege and plotting my revenge. The barge would eventually dry, and when it did, it would require a thorough re-scenting and a lengthy session of disapproving glares to restore its honor.