Pete's Expert Summary
Ah, a new tribute. This one, a "Roya" doll from the German brand HABA, is ostensibly for the Small Human. I must concede, the humans have, for once, shown a flicker of taste; the construction appears to be of superior quality. It's a soft, squishy effigy with an embroidered face—no cheap, choke-hazard plastic eyes here, a detail I appreciate. Its purpose is to be slobbered on and dragged about by the tiny tyrant, I suppose. For me, it presents a conundrum: it's perfectly sized for a spirited disemboweling and made of a material that would be delightful to knead, yet its passive, floppy nature suggests it might be a colossal waste of my predatory energies. A potential glorified pillow, at best.
Key Features
- BABY DOLL FOR TODDLERS: The HABA Snug Up Doll, part of our baby dolls for 2 year old girls and boys collection, offers a snuggly friend for your child. This baby doll has an embroidered face and is made from extra soft fabric.
- VERSATILE AND FUN: These dolls for girls and boys promote empathy and connection. They are ideal baby toys 12-18 months and are great 1 year old girl toys because they are machine washable and made to withstand rough and tumble play.
- IDEAL GIFT: This plush baby doll makes perfect one year old girl birthday gifts and is ideal for grandparents looking for first birthday gifts for girls and boys. Specially designed to bring joy to toddler's toy collections.
- ADORABLE CHANGEABLE OUTFIT: With our baby doll with accessories, toddlers can easily change Roya's dress developing fine motor skills and creating an interactive playset among your toddler girl toys.
- ENHANCES TODDLER PLAY: Baby girl dolls, or las muñecas para niñas such as this Haba Snug Up Doll, are made of polyester. Roya measures 10" tall and is machine washable in cold water.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The peace of my kingdom was shattered by the arrival of the red-headed woman. She was brought in by The Hand and placed on the Great Plains of the Living Room Rug, a territory I had just finished scent-marking. She said nothing, just stared ahead with lifeless thread-eyes, her posture an unnerving combination of rigid and floppy. Her pigtails were the color of cheap yarn, her dress a garish pink that offended my sophisticated gray-and-white sensibilities. A new god for the Small Human's chaotic pantheon, I presumed. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my tail a metronome of deep suspicion. I decided a reconnaissance mission was in order. I descended from my perch with the silence of a falling shadow and began a slow, deliberate patrol around the perimeter of the intruder. She smelled of nothing but the factory she was born in and the faint, cloying scent of the Small Human's sticky fingers. I extended a single, perfect claw and poked her foot. She toppled over without a sound, an unsatisfying victory. This was no warrior. This was a court jester, a fool. I was about to dismiss her entirely and return to my nap when my claw snagged on the velcro fastener of her little pink dress. A curious sound. A *ripping*. My ears swiveled forward. I hooked my claw in again and pulled, gently at first, then with purpose. The dress came away from her plush body, revealing the simple, stitched form beneath. This... this was a new kind of puzzle. A prey that could be disassembled. The act was surprisingly gratifying. I batted the now-nude doll a few feet, then turned my attention to the empty pink dress. It was light, flimsy, and perfect for hooking with my claws and flinging into the air. I pounced on it, wrestled it, "killed" it with a flurry of back-paw kicks, and paraded it in my mouth like the pelt of a vanquished foe. I dropped the crumpled dress at the foot of the sofa, a warning to any other soft-bodied usurpers. The doll, Roya, lay abandoned and uninteresting in the middle of the floor. She failed the test of "playability" in her complete form. However, her detachable components offered a brief, fleeting moment of entertainment. She is not worthy of my full attention, but her accessories might provide a minute or two of distraction between naps. Let the Small Human have the doll; I have claimed the spoils of war. The dress is mine.