Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired what can only be described as a decapitated, smiling cloud with vestigial legs and an absurdly long tail. This is a "Jellycat" creation, a brand I recognize for its offensively soft materials, which at least shows some baseline level of good taste. They call it a "bag," a preposterous notion suggesting this fluffy entity is meant to be a vessel for the noisy, clinking detritus my human carries around. While its plush white fur might make for a decent, albeit small, secondary pillow, and its long strap presents an undeniable opportunity for batting practice, the whole concept of a cheerful, portable piece of sky seems like a tremendous waste of high-quality polyester. Its worthiness will depend entirely on how well it dangles.
Key Features
- Dimensions: Amuseables Cloud Plush Crossbody Bag measures 7.9 x 9.1 x 2 inches. Sitting height is 6.3 inches. Fixed strap length is 45.7 inches.
- Amuseables Cloud Bag: Lightweight and comfortable, Amuseables Cloud Bag is the perfect barely-there accessory. With its plush white fur, smiling face, and cute cord legs, this cumulus companion adds a dreamy appeal to any ensemble. The slender grey strap ensures a relaxing fit.
- Perfect Size: Easily carry your daily essentials in this lightweight plush bag. The compact size is just right for carrying your phone, wallet, keys, earbuds, and small cosmetics without feeling weighed down while on the go.
- Premium Fabric: Our luxury plush toys are constructed with premium-grade, specially sourced materials that are noticeably softer, subtler, and longer-lasting. We then add thoughtful design elements, multi-layer construction, and hand-finished details.
- Perfect For Gifting: From babies and toddlers to teens and adults, a Jellycat plush friend makes the perfect gift for celebrating a special event or milestone, sending get-well wishes, saying thank you, or simply letting someone know how special they are.
- Designed In London, Loved Worldwide: Known for our luxurious quality, playful personality, and loveable characters, Jellycat has been designing, creating, and sharing premium soft toys with people of all ages, all across the globe, for over 25 years.
- Safety & Care: We take the time to rigorously test every product design to ensure it meets the highest safety standards. Spot clean your Jellycat with warm water to ensure longevity.
- Suitability: Recommended for ages 3 years and up.
- Materials: Made of polyester and cotton. Inner filling includes polyester fibers. Attached hard eye.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box it arrived in smelled of London, a place I imagine is perpetually damp and full of pigeons too slow to be a real challenge. My human, with her usual lack of ceremony, tore it open and presented the thing to me. It was a cloud. A literal, tangible cloud, hovering at her hip by a long, grey tether. It had a stitched-on, vapidly cheerful smile and two little corduroy legs that dangled with an air of profound stupidity. I narrowed my eyes. Was this a mockery of the sky I so enjoy watching from my windowsill? A celestial joke at my expense? I flattened my ears and gave a low, interrogative growl. She placed the imposter on my armchair—*my* armchair, the one with the perfect sunbeam from 2 to 4 p.m. An unforgivable transgression. I approached with the silent, deliberate steps of an apex predator confronting an anomaly in his territory. The fur, I had to admit upon a tentative sniff, was exquisite. Softer than any rabbit I'd ever dreamed of chasing, with no cheap chemical scent. I extended a single, perfect claw and gently hooked one of the corduroy legs. The texture was corrugated, a novel sensation that sent a pleasant vibration up my paw. This was a well-constructed absurdity, I'll give it that. The hard, black eyes stared back, devoid of life but gleaming with a certain challenge. The true test came when my human, oblivious to the existential drama unfolding, slung the creature over her shoulder and walked toward the kitchen. The long strap, its key feature I now realized, caused the cloud to swing in a gentle, hypnotic arc. Back and forth, back and forth. The silly legs bounced with each step. My cynicism began to melt away, replaced by a primal, undeniable instinct. The foolish smile no longer seemed vapid; it was a taunt. A challenge. *Catch me if you can, sophisticated tuxedo cat.* My tail began to twitch, a metronome for the hunt to come. This was no mere "bag." This was a training drone, a fluffy, dangling test of my agility and prowess. Its purpose was not to hold keys, but to be ambushed from behind the sofa, to be swatted into a spinning frenzy, to be conquered. The human thinks she has a new accessory. Foolish creature. She has acquired a new game, and I, Pete, am the reigning champion. It is worthy. The hunt is on.
