Pete's Expert Summary
My human has acquired a flat, two-dimensional effigy of some sort of purple beast with an insipid grin. They call it a 'sticker' and seem impressed by its ability to adhere to surfaces without bubbling, a concern that has literally never crossed my mind. Its purported purpose is to add 'personality' to things like the shiny metal box she taps on all day, or the clanging water vessel. While I suppose its smooth, non-crinkly surface might offer a moment's tactile curiosity, it possesses no scent, no movement, and no discernible play value. It is, in short, a silent, immobile, and utterly useless decoration, a profound waste of funds that could have been allocated to, say, a shipment of freeze-dried salmon.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony was brief and, frankly, insulting. The Human, humming a tune so saccharine it made my teeth ache, peeled the purple creature from its white backing and, with a series of smoothing motions, affixed it to the wall above her desk. A new god had been installed in the pantheon of the household, and I, the reigning deity, had not been consulted. It stared out into the room, its smile a permanent, placid fixture. It was an idol, clearly, meant for worship. The Human proved my theory by smiling back at it before she left the room. I felt a challenge rise in my throat. This territory was mine. I leaped onto the desk, my movements fluid and silent, and faced the usurper. "So," I meowed, a low and menacing sound. "You have come to stake a claim." The purple one offered no response, its painted eyes staring through me. I saw my own reflection in its glossy, "weather-resistant" finish—a handsome, superior gray tuxedo cat, the true master of this space. This thing was nothing but a smooth, flat imposter. I decided a show of force was in order. I extended a single, perfect claw and gently tapped its face. Nothing. No flinch, no retreat. The vinyl was strangely resilient. I tried a more direct approach, rubbing my cheek against its edge, marking it with my scent. This was my wall, my desk, my Human. The sticker, with its "strong adhesive," remained stubbornly in place, unyielding and unimpressed, its chemical scent a faint, sterile offense. It was like reasoning with a rock, only more purple. Finally, I understood. This was not a rival. A rival would have the decency to hiss back, to acknowledge my presence. This… this was merely a picture. A meaningless, silent symbol of the Human’s bizarre sentimentality. To continue my assault would be to dignify it, to grant it a status it did not deserve. With a dismissive flick of my tail, I turned away and leaped from the desk to my favorite velvet cushion. Let the false idol stare into the void. I had naps to attend to, a far more sacred and productive ritual. The sticker was not worthy of my scorn, let alone my attention.
