Pete's Expert Summary
So, my Human has presented me with another one of their acquisitions. It appears to be a large, soft-shelled container for hauling their possessions, which I assume is necessary because they lack the grace and efficiency to carry a single mouse in their mouth. This "Funko" thing is made of a crinkly nylon fabric, which might offer a mildly stimulating sound when rubbed against, though it's hardly a substitute for premium, sun-warmed upholstery. The gray patterns are aesthetically acceptable, a nod to my own superior fur, but the real points of interest are the dangling straps and various pockets. The former are clearly designed for vigorous batting, while the latter present intriguing possibilities for future naps or for stashing items I've liberated from the Human's desk. It’s primarily a monument to the Human's need to leave the house, but its secondary functions as a jungle gym and potential hiding spot might save it from being a complete waste of my attention.
Key Features
- Walk the path of Jedi with the Funko Star Wars Ahsoka AOP Nylon Backpack!
- The allover print of this bag features a motif of Ahsoka, Grogu , and Ahsoka’s facial markings against a cool grey background
- With a large main pocket, a hidden zipper pocket, and two side pockets, this stellar backpack has plenty of room for carrying all your Jedi gear across the galaxy or wherever your journey takes you! Straps and accents in grey compliment the print on this stylish backpack
- The Funko Star Wars Ahsoka AOP Nylon Backpack is made of nylon
- Backpack has adjustable shoulder straps, side pockets, and silver-colored metal hardware. Additional features include a large carrying handle and printed details. Take note of the coordinating inside lining. This backpack is an officially licensed Disney product. Backpack dimensions: 11.5”W x 17.5”H x 5”D
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It arrived without ceremony, a silent, gray monolith deposited by the front door. The Human called it a "backpack," a word that meant nothing to me. I watched from the arm of the sofa, my golden eyes narrowed. It had a strange, geometric skin, covered in the repeating faces of some wide-eyed alien and a small, green creature that looked vaguely like a goblin I once saw in one of the Human’s moving-picture boxes. The entire object smelled faintly of a warehouse and the sad, sterile scent of newness. It was an invader in my quiet kingdom, and it had to be assessed. My first sortie was a low, silent crawl. I circled the perimeter, my tuxedo-furred belly brushing the floor. The nylon skin whispered back at my whiskers. I nudged a side pocket with my nose; it was an empty, useless flap. A glimmer of silver caught my eye—the zipper pull. I batted it. *Tink*. A small, unsatisfying sound. I was about to dismiss the entire affair as another dull human object when I discovered its true purpose. Dangling from its shoulders were two long, perfectly limp straps. They hung there, an open invitation to chaos. The battle was brief but glorious. I pounced, wrapping all four paws around one of the gray straps, my back legs kicking in a flurry of righteous fury. I bit it, tasting the synthetic weave, and wrestled it to the ground. The entire contraption shuddered under my assault. I was the mighty hunter, this was the great serpent of the hallway, and I was its master. After subduing my foe, I scaled its nylon face, my claws finding just enough purchase to hoist myself to the summit where a sturdy handle provided the perfect observation deck. From this new vantage point, I surveyed my domain. The Human, I noted, was making cooing noises, but I paid them no mind. This structure was no longer theirs. It was my trophy, my mountain. Later, when they foolishly left the main zipper open, I peered into the dark, patterned abyss within. It was a cave, a den, a new world waiting to be claimed. I hopped inside, curled up against the "coordinating inside lining," and decided this Ahsoka vessel, while intended for galactic travel, would serve far better as my personal, portable fortress of solitude. It was, I concluded, an acceptable addition to my collection.
