Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured a set of what appear to be hollowed-out plush effigies from some budget brand called 'JOYIN'. The intent, as far as I can gather, is for the larger, clumsier members of this household to insert their hands into these creatures—a lion, a raccoon, and their ilk—and animate them in a crude mockery of life. The primary function involves flapping a fabric mouth, presumably to engage in tedious "shows." The only potential saving grace is the claim of "super soft" fabric, which might, under ideal circumstances, provide a marginally acceptable surface for a brief head-rub. The rest of it, the "skill building" and "theater," sounds like a precursor to loud noises and a severe disruption of my nap schedule.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box was opened with the usual fanfare reserved for things that are, ultimately, for the small human. I observed from my perch on the heated blanket, feigning disinterest. One by one, my human pulled out the vacant, floppy-headed beasts. My gaze settled on the Raccoon, its stitched-on mask a caricature of the wily bandits I occasionally watch from the window. Then, the horror began. My human’s hand, that familiar purveyor of chin scratches and can-opener-wielding salvation, disappeared into the Raccoon's nether regions. The creature lurched to life. It did not move like a toy. It moved with the uncanny, deliberate motion of my human's own fingers and wrist. It wiggled its empty head and opened its fabric maw, from which my human’s voice emerged, warped into a squeaky, unnatural pitch. “Hello, Pete! Do you want to be my friend?” it chirped. I narrowed my eyes. This was not a simple offering, like a feather wand or a crinkle ball. This was an imposter, a textile parasite that had consumed my provider’s limb and was now attempting to parlay with me. I remained motionless, a statue of gray and white fur, processing this bizarre diplomatic envoy. The Raccoon-Hand hybrid shuffled closer across the rug. It dipped its head, a clumsy attempt at a bow. I could smell the faint scent of the factory it came from, mingled with the familiar, comforting scent of my human’s hand lotion. This was the key. This creature was a Trojan Horse, a puppet government installed by the ruling power of the house. I could attack it, of course. A swift application of claw would neutralize the threat. But that would be brutish. Instead, I rose, stretched languidly with my back arched high, and padded forward. I completely ignored the sentient paw-puppet and proceeded to rub my face, with great and deliberate force, against my human's *other*, free hand, purring like a combustion engine. The message was sent. The Raccoon-Hand froze mid-sentence. I had acknowledged the puppeteer, not the puppet. I had made it clear where the power, and the affection, truly resided. A moment later, my human’s hand evacuated the plush host, and the Raccoon collapsed into a lifeless heap of cloth. I gave the defeated imposter a cursory sniff. The fabric was, as advertised, acceptably soft. My final verdict: while it is an utterly ridiculous and slightly insulting conversational partner, it might make a decent pillow. A minor victory, but a victory nonetheless.
