Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought a miniature, soft effigy of a small human into my domain. It's from a brand called 'OUOZZZ,' which sounds like the noise one makes when dozing off, a state I thoroughly endorse. Ostensibly, this 'plush rag doll' is for a human kitten to 'cuddle,' a role I have already perfected and for which I accept payment in salmon treats. However, I must concede its potential. It's made of 'A-grade' fabrics—a minimum requirement for anything gracing my presence—and at a mere 2.4 ounces, it's light enough to be satisfyingly thrashed. While its primary purpose is a sentimental waste of time, its secondary function as a potential victim for my bunny-kicks or a supplemental pillow cannot be entirely dismissed. I shall observe.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The thing was placed on the arm of the sofa, a blatant incursion into my designated Afternoon Sun Puddle territory. I watched from the floor, tail twitching in silent, rhythmic judgment. It was a plush homunculus with a simple, stitched face that stared into the middle distance with an unnerving placidity. It didn’t move. It didn’t make any sudden, alarming noises. It simply *was*. I gave it my most withering glare, the one that usually causes the human to question her life choices, but the doll remained unimpressed. I decided to ignore it, a masterclass in passive aggression that was utterly lost on its vacant, plush head. Days passed, and the plush figure remained. Then, one afternoon, the unthinkable happened: the automatic feeder failed to dispense my 3:00 PM snack. The injustice was staggering. I paced, I meowed my most pathetic and heart-wrenching meow, I stared daggers at the human, who was utterly absorbed in her glowing rectangle. The indignity! Desperate for a sympathetic ear that wasn't attached to an opposable thumb, my gaze fell upon the doll. "You see?" I hissed, batting its soft leg for emphasis. "This is the sort of tyranny I endure. A famine. In this, the 21st century." The doll, to its credit, did not interrupt. It simply absorbed my fury into its soft, forgiving form. This became a private ritual. I would approach the silent figure—whom I’d begun to call "The Witness"—and air my grievances. I complained about the vacuum cleaner's unprovoked assaults, the inferior quality of the latest kibble, the sheer nerve of the squirrel on the balcony who was clearly mocking me. The Witness was the perfect audience—attentive, non-judgmental, and an excellent backstop for when I needed to punctuate a particularly salient point with a vigorous pounce. Its purpose was not to be a friend in the human sense, but a vessel, a silent repository for the existential angst of a superior being trapped in a world run by fools. One evening, my human found me curled up beside it, my soft gray fur pressed against its plush side. "Oh, Pete, you love your new dolly!" she cooed, a patently absurd conclusion. I do not *love* this inanimate object. I have simply found its utility. It is not a toy to be chased, but a confidant to be addressed; a plush therapist for a sophisticated soul. For that service, and that alone, The Witness is permitted to remain. For now.