Pete's Expert Summary
So, my human has presented me with a packet of "Aowplc" brand stickers, a name that sounds like the noise one makes when coughing up a hairball. These are, to my understanding, flat, sticky images of various sea creatures. While the depiction of potential food items like fish and squid is noted, their two-dimensional nature renders them entirely un-huntable. They are made of some waterproof vinyl, which suggests a certain resilience, but what use is a durable picture of a meal? They are meant for humans to plaster on their boring rectangles of light and their water cylinders. Unless one of these is attached to a string and made to dance for my amusement, this is just a collection of disappointing, scentless portraits of things I'd rather be eating. A complete waste of good adhesive.
Key Features
- 100 stickers with the theme of various marine animals
- Size is about 2.5 inches, Matte finish, colorfast
- Made of thick vinyl, waterproof and durable
- Strong stickness, removable and repositionable with no residue
- Peel off backing and stick on any smooth, clean surface
- Ideal for decorating water bottles, laptops, scrapbooks and other items
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The invasion began subtly. My human, with that focused, slightly manic look they get when a cardboard box arrives, spent an hour peeling and pressing. I watched from the arm of the sofa, feigning sleep. The first victim was the large, cold box in the kitchen that hums. A cheerful blue whale was affixed to its door. Then, a garish clownfish appeared on the base of my water fountain. An entire school of them, in fact. I observed this desecration with a level of contempt I usually reserve for the vacuum cleaner. These weren't just images; they were colonists. That evening, I decided to investigate the primary offender on the humming box. I leaped onto the counter, a feat of silent grace, and padded over to the whale. It stared out with a single, placid, printed eye. I sniffed it. Nothing but the cold metal beneath and the faint, chemical tang of vinyl. I extended a single, perfect claw and tried to hook the edge. The sticker resisted. This "durable" and "strong stickness" a human might praise was, to me, an act of sheer defiance. I scraped. A faint, unsatisfying *zzzt* was my only reward. The whale remained, mocking me with its matte-finish placidity. Later, curled on my human’s lap, I stared at the menagerie they had created. The octopus on their laptop, the sea turtle on their water bottle. A thought, cold and clear as winter ice, formed in my mind. This wasn't decoration. This was a warning. My human was consorting with strange, silent creatures from a world without scent or texture. Were they planning a trip? Were they replacing me with a... dolphin? The stickers weren't a toy for me; they were a cryptic message, a silent testament to my human's questionable new allegiances. My final verdict: these are not playthings, but emblems of a potential betrayal. I shall have to increase my demands for chin scratches and tuna to remind my human where their loyalty truly lies.
