Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in a fit of what can only be described as frivolous consumerism, has presented me with this... artifact. It purports to be a "Hello Kitty Unicorn," which is a logical fallacy in and of itself. A cat is a cat, the pinnacle of evolution. A unicorn is a horned equine of myth. Combining them is an affront to nature, resulting in this six-inch-tall, pastel yellow oddity. The GUND brand name suggests a certain baseline of quality in its plushness, which could make it a serviceable pillow for a brief, impromptu nap. However, the gaudy rainbow mane and metallic horn are aesthetically offensive. Its small size might make it a worthy opponent for a round of bunny-kicks, but I suspect its primary function is to sit on a shelf and gather dust, a fate to which most of my human's acquisitions are ultimately condemned.
Key Features
- HELLO KITTY UNICORN: This adorable 6” plush features Hello Kitty looking magical as a super-soft unicorn with pastel yellow plush and a rainbow tail and mane. She also has a metallic gold horn and velvety pink hooves that match her iconic bow
- SOFT & HUGGABLE: This Hello Kitty toy features surface-washable plush, embroidered details, and premium materials that meet our famous GUND quality standards. GUND Sanrio plush are appropriate for ages one and up and ship in a protective poly bag
- GIFT FOR SANRIO FANS: GUND Sanrio toys make cute home decor and the perfect gifts for teens, Hello Kitty fans, and collectors of kawaii plush. Whether it’s for a birthday gift, holiday, anniversary, or just because, gift a lifetime of hugs with GUND
- QUALITY CUDDLES: Our award-winning bears and plush toys appeal to animal lovers everywhere, known for their unmatched quality and huggable designs. From toddler toys to adults of all ages, GUND toys are perfect for play, collecting and cuddling
- PREMIER PLUSH: As America’s oldest soft toy maker, GUND has crafted unique and classic teddy bears and stuffed animals for 125 years. To this day, we proudly carry this legacy and stand by our toys, known worldwide for their quality and innovation
- Includes: 1 GUND Sanrio Hello Kitty Unicorn Plush, Poly Bag
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The thing arrived in a crinkly, transparent prison, which my human tore open with a sound that set my teeth on edge. It was then placed before me on the silk rug, an offering to a god who had not asked for one. It was a creature of contradiction. The face, a crude approximation of a feline, was familiar, yet it was attached to the body of a mythological beast in a nauseating shade of yellow. From its head jutted a horn of imitation gold, a cheap bauble pretending to be a weapon. I am Pete, a connoisseur of form and function, and this object had neither. My first act was one of strategic observation. I circled it from a distance, my gray fur bristling slightly. I was a shadowy judge, and it was the defendant, silent and smiling its stupid, stitched-on smile. It smelled of the factory and the van it arrived in, a sterile, uninteresting scent. I crept closer, extending a single, perfect white paw to prod its flank. The fur, I concede, was exquisitely soft. A GUND signature. They may have no taste, but they understand textiles. But this softness was a deception, a velvet glove on a nonsensical fist. What was its purpose? It couldn't hunt. It couldn't patrol the territory. It couldn't even demand food with any authority. I decided on a trial by ordeal. With a sudden, fluid motion, I pounced. I seized the creature in my mouth, my fangs sinking into the plush between its ears, carefully avoiding the ghastly horn. I carried my quarry to the top of the cat tree, my personal mountain fortress. From this vantage point, I would pass judgment. I dropped it, watching it tumble silently down to the second level. It landed with a soft *thump*, its rainbow tail flopped over its head. It didn't fight back. It didn't protest. It simply lay there, a plush victim of gravity. This, I realized, was its secret. Its gift. It was an object of pure catharsis. It existed to be captured, to be batted, to be flung from great heights without consequence. It was a vessel for my predatory instincts, a willing and silent partner in my games of conquest. I retrieved the chimera, its velvety pink hooves brushing my nose, and carried it to my sleeping cushion. It wasn't an adversary or an equal. It was a tool. A high-quality, exceptionally soft, and delightfully absurd tool for my own amusement. It could stay. For now.