Pete's Expert Summary
So, the Human has brought me a counterfeit version of their precious glowing rectangle. This 'Perusha' brand, clearly unfamiliar with feline sensibilities, has crafted a block of gold-colored plastic that mimics the weight and dimensions of the real thing. I suppose its lack of glass makes it safer for the Human to retrieve from under the sofa after I've expertly batted it there. However, it offers none of the alluring warmth or mesmerizing bird videos of its authentic counterpart. Its primary value seems to lie in its potential for a satisfying skitter across the hardwood floor, but it might just be another inert paperweight destined to gather dust and my disapproving glances.
Key Features
- Pretend Play phones for kids - NO GLASS! Kids would request an adult smartphone for role play parties. Also, substitute your real cell phone to kids or children that want a phone so badly but is still too young to have one. Material is amended to ABS plastic instead of Glass to make it a safer item for kids.
- No electronic display - The screen contains merely a color page that would not harm kids’ eye. Non electronic function is installed in this prop phone.
- Phone store display phone - It is perfect for cell phone store to display large variety of phones with lowest cost. Thanks to its identical dimension and weight, it is perfect to try out phone cases or other accessories.
- This product is merely designed and distributed for purposes listed above, it does not work, does not come with original retail package or any accessories. It is merely designed and distributed for legal use, for instance, home party surprises, kids toy, store display use.
- There is a protector film on the screen and lens, please remove before using. Should you receive the dummy with scratches or damages, which should be caused by shipping, please contact us and we will send you another brand new one immediately.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The object arrived with the usual fanfare reserved for things the Human believes will finally impress me. It was presented on the living room rug, a gleaming gold rectangle catching the afternoon sun. I gave it a cursory sniff. It smelled of plastic and disappointment. It was cold, utterly devoid of the tell-tale hum of a captured soul that the *real* magic rectangle possessed. The Human watched me, their face a canvas of pathetic hope. I yawned, showing the full length of my fangs, and turned to groom a perfectly clean shoulder. A failure. But then, a few days later, I observed a peculiar ritual. The Human, before leaving the domicile for what I can only assume was a perilous journey to the big food store, placed their *real* glowing rectangle on the high mantelpiece, a place of honor and safety. The imposter, however, was left carelessly on the arm of the sofa. A thought, sharp and brilliant as a shard of sunlight, pierced the sleepy fog of my mind. This was not a toy. This was an opportunity. This was a decoy. The next time the Human was engrossed in their work, clacking away at the noisy light-box and ignoring my very reasonable demands for chin scritches, I enacted my plan. I leaped silently onto the sofa and, with the studied nonchalance of a master criminal, began to nudge the golden imposter towards the edge. One push. A pause. I fixed my gaze on the Human. Another push. The plastic brick was now teetering over a precipitous drop to the hardwood floor. The Human’s head snapped up. A gasp. They saw the golden sheen, the familiar shape, and their mind, simple as it is, filled in the blanks with a catastrophe of shattered screens and lost data. "Pete! NO!" they cried, scrambling from their chair. They lunged, not for me, but for the falling decoy, catching it just before it hit the ground. They held it, panting, then their eyes registered the static, printed screen. The relief that washed over their face was followed by a slow, dawning comprehension. They looked at the imposter, then at me, perched innocently on the sofa arm, licking a paw. A silent treaty had been struck. I had demonstrated my power, my ability to manipulate their fears using their own cheap trinkets. That evening, I received an unprecedented portion of tuna in oil. The fake phone is, in itself, a profoundly stupid object. But as an instrument of psychological warfare? A masterpiece. It has earned its place.
