Pete's Expert Summary
So, the Human wants my opinion on this metal monstrosity, the "Sportspower Arcadia Swing Set." Let's be clear: this is a colossal, multi-stationed effigy designed to attract and amplify the shrieks of the miniature humans. It boasts various dangling apparatuses—swings, a trapeze—which seem utterly redundant for a creature of my superior agility. Frankly, the idea of sharing my backyard with up to *six* of them at once is appalling. However, I will concede two points of interest. The "five-foot wavy slide" presents a novel, high-speed descent vector from a strategic height, which has possibilities. More importantly, the six-foot-tall A-frame structure offers a new, supreme vantage point from which to survey my domain and judge the inferior neighborhood squirrels. It's a loud, gaudy waste of prime sunbathing lawn, but its potential as an observation tower saves it from my complete and utter disdain.
Key Features
- OUTDOOR FUN: The Sportspower Arcadia Metal Swing set is feature packed with 6 play stations: 2 non-slip adjustable swing seats, 1 trapeze bar, 1 two-person glider, foam leg covers and 1 five-foot wavy slide. Up to 6 children to play at once!
- HEAVY DUTY: The Sportspower Arcadia metal swing set is crafted from 2-inch heavy duty weather-resistant steel tubes, with welded joints and A-Frame design that provides strength and stability. Powder-coated paint finish adds to durability and long-lasting use.
- EXTRA COMFORT: All chains on the Sportspower Arcadia Metal Swing Set are vinyl-covered to protect even the smallest of hands - no more pinches! Chains are adjustable to accommodate kids as they grow!
- SAFE DESIGN: The Sportspower Arcadia Metal Swing Set meets or exceeds ASTM and CPSIA safety standards. Also, all frame legs are foam-padded for additional safety. Recommended age range 3-8 years old.
- ASSEMBLED DIMENSIONS: 11.1'L x 8.3'W x 6.1'H (adult assembly required).
- WARRANTY: Powder-coated steel A-frame has a 1 year limited warranty.
- The Sportspower Arcadia metal swing set is ideal for all backyards!
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The construction was an offense to the senses. For two days, my afternoon nap was shattered by the clanging of metal tubes and the grunts of the large Human as he wrestled the "heavy-duty weather-resistant steel" into a shape I could only describe as a skeletal beast. From my post on the windowsill, I watched, tail twitching in profound irritation, as this gaudy blue and yellow skeleton rose from the grass, a permanent scar upon my territory. The small humans chattered with a feverish glee that I found deeply unsettling. This, I decided, was an invasion. That night, long after the cacophony had ceased and the house was still, I slipped out through my private door into the cool, moonlit air. The structure loomed, silent now. I approached with the caution of a predator entering a rival's den. The scent of new paint and cold steel filled my nostrils. I padded around its base, my paws silent on the grass. My whiskers brushed against the "foam-padded" legs, a curiously yielding surface. I gave one a test scratch; the foam tore slightly. Amusing, but not as satisfying as the arm of the sofa. The vinyl-covered chains of the swings hung like limp, plastic vines, utterly devoid of interest. My true objective was the summit. Bypassing the juvenile distractions dangling below, I eyed the top of the A-frame. A simple leap landed me on the seat of the two-person glider. From there, it was a fluid, muscular bound to the main crossbar. The powder-coated steel was smooth and cool beneath my paws, the welded joints providing a firm, unwavering platform. I was six feet above the ground. The world transformed. The patio below was a quaint map, the neighbor's yapping dog was a mere speck in the distance, and the entire expanse of my backyard was laid out before me like a personal kingdom. A slow, rumbling purr began in my chest. This was no playset. This was a throne. From my new perch, I surveyed all that was mine. The moonlight glinted off the wavy blue slide, making it look like a frozen river. I could see the twitch of a rabbit's ear by the back fence, a detail I would have missed from ground level. The humans, in their bumbling, noisy way, had not built a toy for their offspring. They had, quite by accident, erected a monument to my sovereignty. They could have their shrieking and their swinging during the day. The night, and this magnificent watchtower, belonged to me. It was, I had to admit, a worthy addition to my realm.
