So, the human has procured a box of what they call "Matchbox" cars. It appears to be a large assortment of tiny metal contraptions with wheels, allegedly modeled after the noisy, smelly things that rumble past my window. The appeal for the small humans seems to be their "realism" and potential for "kid-driven adventure," which sounds exhausting. For a felin…
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My human has presented me with a miniature plastic effigy of one of their loud, smelly "gas stations." Apparently, it's from a tribe called "Matchbox…
My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has erected a monument to inefficiency. It is a garish, five-story plastic structure they cal…
So, the human has presented me with what they call a Matchbox Ferry Port. It appears to be a large, plastic landscape designed for the miniature meta…
My human seems to have acquired a miniature command center for tiny, wheeled servants. From what I can gather, this "Matchbox Police Station" is a ga…