Pete's Expert Summary
My human has presented me with this... "Strawberry Shortcake" doll from a brand called "The Loyal Subjects," which is a bit audacious considering I am the only loyal subject in this house worthy of the title. It appears to be a 14-inch, human-shaped cushion designed to appeal to my staff's bizarre sense of nostalgia. On the one paw, its soft, plush body might make for an adequate napping platform, and the looped yarn hair presents a tactical opportunity for claw-sharpening practice. On the other, it is offensively cheerful, and its primary purpose seems to be "huggable," an activity I only permit on my own strict terms. Ultimately, it’s a potential adversary for a good round of bunny-kicks, but I suspect the cardboard box it arrived in will prove to be the far superior product.
Key Features
- She's back! The Loyal Subjects brings you this perfect tribute to the original Strawberry Shortcake doll loved by generations!
- Snuggle up at playtime, bedtime or anytime with this Strawberry Shortcake 14-inch ragdoll style soft plush doll. She's oh so soft and huggable.
- Strawberry Shortcake has an adorable embroidered face, looped yarn hair, shiny/glittery fabric outfit, silky bonnet and gold shoes with heart accents & bows.
- Strawberry Shortcake is beautifully packaged in the classic red window style-gift box and includes a cut-out Strawberry Shortcake recipe on the back.
- Collect all The Loyal Subjects Strawberry Shortcake 14" Ragdolls, 5.5" Fashion Dolls and the Berry Bake Shoppe. Sold Separately.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The human placed the offering on the living room rug. It slumped there, a silent ambassador from the saccharine world of human childhood. This "Strawberry Shortcake," as they called her, was an affront to the neutral-toned dignity of my home. Her dress was a garish red, her bonnet a loud green, and her smile was stitched into a state of permanent, unnerving optimism. I observed from my perch on the armchair, tail executing a slow, judgmental sweep. This was not a toy. This was an interloper, a plush effigy sent to test my dominion. My duty was clear. I descended with the calculated grace of a predator and began the ritualistic inspection. A low, circling approach, my nose twitching. She smelled of cardboard and manufactured sweetness, a cloying scent that wrinkled my nose. I extended a paw, claws sheathed, and prodded one of her ridiculous gold shoes. The little bow was a point of interest, but the fabric was disappointingly inert. I moved my investigation upward to the looped, crimson yarn of her hair. It was a chaotic mess, a silent invitation. I hooked a single, perfect claw into a loop and pulled, feeling the satisfying tension. So, the ambassador could offer some resistance. Interesting. I decided a more aggressive form of diplomacy was in order. I pounced, wrapping my front paws around her soft midsection and engaging my back legs in a flurry of powerful kicks. She absorbed the assault without complaint, her plush form yielding to my attack. She was a worthy sparring dummy, I had to admit. After asserting my physical superiority, I ceased hostilities and flopped down beside her, panting lightly. I rested my head against her side. The fabric was undeniably soft, and her form provided excellent support for a post-battle grooming session. Her stitched-on eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. She was a simple creature, a vessel for cuddles and a target for my martial prowess. She would never understand the complex politics of the household, the subtle art of tripping the human for breakfast, or the sheer joy of a sunbeam. But as a secondary pillow and a recipient of my formidable bunny-kicks, she would suffice. She could stay. For now. Her true value, of course, lay in the magnificent cardboard box she came in, which I immediately claimed as my new forward operating base.
