Pete's Expert Summary
It appears my human has acquired another plastic totem, this one a smiling, blonde woman in a picnic-blanket dress, supposedly from a "movie." They call her "Barbie." From my superior vantage point on the sofa, I see a collection of parts rather than a whole. The doll itself is a rigid, unappealing thing, but the small, dangly bits—the daisy necklace, the ribbon in her hair, the tiny pink shoes—show a glimmer of potential for a skilled predator such as myself. They are precisely the right size for batting under the furniture. However, considering she comes in a "collectible" box, I suspect my involvement will be heavily policed, rendering the entire affair a waste of my valuable napping energy. The box itself, of course, is a different matter entirely.
Key Features
- Take home a part of Barbie The Movie with this collector Barbie doll! Wearing a pink gingham dress, she’s all set to have the best day ever in Barbie Land.
- Barbie doll models a vintage-inspired pink and white gingham dress with a matching belt and full, pleated skirt.
- Her long blond hair is styled in a half-up do and tied with a pink ribbon, perfectly showing off her daisy drop earrings.
- She looks just like film Barbie with her daisy chain necklace! An adorable pink bracelet and heart-adorned pink pumps complete her look.
- This posable doll comes in a collectible Barbie The Movie box. Check out the whole collection for more fantastic ideas! Each sold separately, subject to availability.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The human did not liberate the plastic woman from her transparent prison. Instead, she was placed on the mantelpiece, box and all, like some garish, pink trophy. For days, she stood there, her painted-on smile a silent mockery of my dynamic, intellectually stimulating life of sleeping, eating, and staring intently at walls. I dismissed her as unworthy scenery, another piece of tasteless human décor I would have to pointedly ignore. One evening, however, a sliver of moonlight pierced the gloom of the living room, striking the box just so. It wasn't the doll that caught my eye, but her shadow. Cast upon the wall, she was no longer a static, smiling figurine. She was a giantess, a long-limbed silhouette looming over the shadow of the ficus plant. Her perfectly coiffed hair became a wild, dark crown, and her gingham dress a mysterious, checkered landscape. The shadow of her tiny daisy necklace looked, to my discerning eye, like a constellation of captured stars. I was no longer Pete, the pampered house cat. I was a great hunter in a strange new land, stalking the colossus of the mantel. I crept from the armchair to the rug, my gray tuxedo fur a perfect camouflage in the twilight. The shadow-giantess was still, a silent guardian of the night. I crouched, tail twitching, every muscle coiled. With a heroic leap, I pounced… not on the wall, of course—I’m not an amateur—but on a dust bunny that had drifted into the giantess’s path. I subdued it with extreme prejudice, a warning to the silent watcher. The doll never moved, but her shadow-self and I had an understanding. She would guard the wall, a formidable and unchanging titan, and I would be the valiant knight protecting the realm at her feet. She was, in her own inert way, the most magnificent plaything I had ever encountered. She required imagination, gravitas, and a flair for the dramatic—all qualities I possess in abundance. The human thinks she bought a collectible. What she truly brought home was a worthy adversary for my shadow. She may stay.
