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Tiny Apple Thrashed; Main Doll Demoted to Furniture

Our critic dispatches the miniature apple accessory with satisfying efficiency before dragging the hoodie doll to the sunbeam and using it as a napping pillow.

So, my human has presented me with a plush idol of some celebrity 'cat' who, I'll note, lacks a mouth and therefore cannot properly yowl for breakfast. It's an eight-inch soft doll wearing a tiny hoodie, accompanied by an even tinier plush accessory. The softness is a point in its favor, I suppose, suitable for a preliminary head-bonk or a deep-kneading session to test its structural integrity. The tiny companion plush might offer a moment's distraction as I bat it into the abyss under the couch. However, the main figure's primary purpose seems to be sitting there, looking vacant. A potential waste of prime napping real estate unless it proves to be exceptionally comfortable to lie upon.

The sound of tearing cardboard, a noise that usually signals the arrival of a new, inferior sleeping box, instead produced... this. My human placed it on the rug before me, a strange, white-faced creature with a garish pink bow and a vacant stare. An imposter. It wore a tiny hoodie, a pathetic attempt to replicate the natural warmth and elegance of my own gray tuxedo coat. I flattened my ears and gave my tail a single, contemptuous flick. This was an insult to felines everywhere. It just sat there, its soulless black eyes daring me to react. My human, oblivious to my disgust, then dangled a secondary object. It was a tiny, plush apple. Now this was more like it. It was small, lightweight, and clearly designed for batting. I crept forward, ignoring the larger effigy for the moment. A single, perfectly executed paw-swipe sent the apple skittering across the hardwood floor. I gave chase, a blur of gray and white, pouncing and trapping the tiny prey with professional ease. After a few satisfying bunny-kicks, I deemed it vanquished and left its 'corpse' near the water bowl. With the appetizer out of the way, I returned to the main course. The large, silent doll. I gave it a thorough sniff. It smelled of the factory, not of a rival. I nudged it with my nose. The texture was, I had to admit, surprisingly plush. I rubbed my cheek against its side, marking it as my territory. Then, seizing it by its oversized head, I attempted a vigorous takedown. It was like wrestling a cloud—soft, unresisting, and ultimately, unfulfilling as prey. Defeated in my quest for a worthy battle, I found a new purpose for the intruder. I dragged it by its ear over to the prime sunbeam patch near the window. After circling it once, I flopped down, using its soft, round body as a pillow. It was perfectly shaped to cradle my head. The human made a soft cooing sound. Let her think what she wants. This creature was no toy and no rival. It was merely furniture. And as long as it remained a comfortable accessory to my naps, it would be permitted to exist in my kingdom.
Image of Hello Kitty Series 1 Plush - Hoodie Fashion and Bestie Accessory - Officially Licensed Sanrio Hello Kitty and Friends Product from Jazwares
Exhibit A — the specimen
Pete's Verdict
★★★☆☆
Furniture, not a toy, but tolerable.
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