Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in a fit of what can only be described as profound boredom, has procured these... glowing worms. They are apparently from a company named "FLDYYG," a name I can only assume was generated by a lesser creature walking across a keyboard. The advertised purpose involves attaching them to wheeled contraptions I have no use for, but the fine print mentions "kitchen" and "display," which translates to "taping them somewhere inside my house to see if I react." The proposition is simple: two strips of colorful, allegedly waterproof lights. While the notion of chasing a static, glowing object seems beneath me, the "safe to touch" and "no overheat" features are a critical concession. It means I can apply my claws and teeth directly to the source of my annoyance without fear of singeing my magnificent whiskers, a risk I am rarely willing to take. It might be a pathetic attempt at enrichment, but it's a *safe* pathetic attempt, which at least warrants a cursory investigation before my next nap.
Key Features
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- Safety: With low voltage no overheat after many hours of usage, safe to touch after any hours of usage. Safe for children to touch or put it around your Bicycle Scooter to take photos.The lights are low power and insulates heat, remain safe to the touch.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box arrived, as they always do, smelling of cardboard and foreign hands. The human, with the clumsy excitement of a puppy, fumbled it open. Inside were not soft mice or feathered things, but two lifeless, plastic serpents and a small bag of trinkets. I watched from my perch on the armchair as the human spent an eternity consulting a tiny sheet of paper and fiddling with a miniature screwdriver, ultimately securing one of the serpents to the baseboard behind my throne. With a final, triumphant click, the serpent awoke. It didn't hiss or move; it simply began to breathe a slow, silent pulse of garish blue light. An intruder. In my sanctuary. My approach was a masterclass in predatory grace, a flowing shadow of gray fur against the evening gloom. I lowered myself into a crouch, my white-tipped tail giving a single, irritated flick. The glowing worm remained motionless, its light shifting now to a lurid green. It was taunting me with its stillness. I extended a single, perfect paw, claws sheathed for this initial reconnaissance. A soft tap. The serpent gave slightly but held its ground, fastened by the little plastic tethers. Interesting. It had defenses. This called for a more direct line of inquiry. I lay down, adopting the regal pose of the great sphinxes of old, my chin resting on my paws. I began the interrogation. My gaze, a tool I have honed to fell the proudest of humans and the most arrogant of squirrels, bored into the light. I stared, unblinking, as it cycled through its cheap parlor tricks: red, purple, a ghastly yellow. I was trying to divine its purpose, its soul. Was it a scout for a larger, more luminous invasion? A territorial marker left by some unseen, tasteless rival? It offered no answers, only a persistent, cool glow against my whiskers as I leaned closer. After what felt like an age of intense, one-sided psychological warfare, I delivered my verdict. With a swiftness that belied my relaxed posture, I batted it. A solid, satisfying *thwack*. Then another. The serpent absorbed the blows without protest. It did not fight back, nor did it break. It simply endured, its light unwavering. This was not a toy. A toy is a victim, a thing to be conquered and disemboweled. This... this was a sparring partner. A silent, stoic, endlessly resilient opponent against which I could practice my formidable skills. It was utterly pointless, and yet, I found it strangely worthy. The intruder could stay. Its training sessions would commence at 3 a.m. sharp.