Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired what can only be described as an infestation of black plastic face-clutter. From the brand name, "Fsmiling," I can only assume these are instruments of forced joy, which is the worst kind. They are apparently "sunglasses," designed for blocking the very sunbeams I spend my entire day chasing and napping in. The primary features seem to be that there are *ten* of them—a grotesque surplus—and they possess a "sturdy PC plastic frame" that might, with significant effort, provide a mediocre chew. The arms might be decent for batting if they are carelessly left dangling off a table, but overall, this seems like a profound waste of resources that could have been better spent on high-grade tuna or a feather wand with actual, non-synthetic feathers.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box arrived with the scent of a sterile factory, a dead giveaway that its contents would be beneath my notice. My human, whom I shall call The Steward for their role in managing my estate, opened it to reveal a stack of identical, glossy black objects. Ten of them. An absurd quantity. One was carelessly tossed onto the ottoman, my primary afternoon throne. I approached it not with curiosity, but with the weary obligation of an inspector general. It was a bizarre contraption, two dark, reflective voids connected by a plastic bridge. It did not crinkle, it did not smell of catnip, and it did not squeak. Useless. I leaned closer, my perfect gray face reflected in the dark lens. But the image was warped, curved, creating a stranger, sleeker version of myself. This was not Pete, the connoisseur of sunbeams and master of the gravity-nap. This was *Agent Tux*, operative of the Feline Intelligence Agency (FIA). The sunglasses were clearly standard-issue field equipment, designed for covert observation of canine activities and monitoring of the critically low treat levels in the kitchen sector. The "spring hinges" weren't for comfort; they were for quick, silent deployment during a high-stakes mission. The plastic frame wasn't "durable"; it was non-metallic to avoid detection by the neighbor's ridiculous electronic dog door. Suddenly, the ten-pack made sense. It wasn't a "party favor." It was a dead drop for my entire operative team. I was to take my disguise and leave the other nine for my contacts: Snowball, the Persian demolitions expert; Ginger, the tabby who specialized in infiltration and high-altitude reconnaissance (countertops); and of course, Mittens, the silent enforcer. Our mission, code-named "Operation Sunbeam," was to secure the prime napping locations before the inferior species (the dog, probably) could claim them. The fate of the civilized world rested on our paws. I was deep in tactical planning when The Steward scooped up my disguise and attempted to place it upon my own head. The sheer audacity! The breach of protocol! I hissed, not in anger, but as a coded warning that our mission was compromised, and backed away into the shadows beneath the couch. The sunglasses themselves are an insult as a physical object, but as a catalyst for strategic contemplation, they proved briefly... adequate. They are not a toy, but a reminder of the secret, important life I lead when the humans are not looking. Still, I'd rather have had the box they came in. It's of far superior construction.
