Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in a fit of what can only be described as profound misunderstanding, has presented me with a sticker. Not a toy, mind you. A flat, adhesive-backed piece of vinyl depicting a bizarrely cheerful, purple creature. The brand, "CED Designs," is unknown to me, but their specialty appears to be creating two-dimensional effigies utterly devoid of any interactive potential. It boasts "vibrant colors" and "durability," features that are as relevant to my interests as the migratory patterns of geese. They claim it can be applied to cars, laptops, or water bottles—all objects I am forbidden from sharpening my claws on. This isn't a plaything; it's a static image, a pointless decoration. It lacks fluff, it cannot be batted, it does not crinkle, and I suspect it tastes of nothing more than disappointment and plastic. This is, without a doubt, a catastrophic waste of my waking moments.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The unveiling was, as usual, a spectacle of misplaced enthusiasm. My human peeled the object from its paper backing with the reverence of a scholar handling a sacred text. I watched from my perch on the heated blanket, tail twitching in mild irritation. It was a sticker, a flat, silent likeness of a grotesquely optimistic lizard. Instead of affixing it to one of their loud, metallic contraptions, my human chose a far more strategic, and insulting, location: the door of the refrigerator. The very gate to my pâté. My initial investigation was thorough. I approached with caution, my tuxedo-white paws silent on the cool tile. The thing just stared, its smile a fixed, painted rictus. I extended a paw, claws sheathed, and gave it a soft tap. Nothing. No wobble, no satisfying skitter across the floor. It was adhered, a permanent fixture of cheerfulness in my culinary sanctuary. I sniffed it. It smelled of vinyl and, faintly, of my human's foolish glee. There was no soul to it, no life. It was a two-dimensional ghost haunting the source of my gravy. Over the next few days, it became a silent observer. As I waited for my morning meal, its wide, unblinking eyes seemed to judge my impatience. When I sauntered by for a midday drink from my fountain, its perpetual grin felt like a mockery of my sophisticated palate. The human would sometimes tap it and say, "Hi, Barney!" a greeting they never offered the can opener, which is a far more useful and respectable object. This flat purple tyrant had become a focal point, a shrine to poor taste. My verdict was clear. This was not a toy. It was a test. A psychological experiment to see how much absurdity a cat of my refinement could tolerate. It offered no playability, no thrill of the hunt, no comfort. Its only function was to exist, immovably and inanely. I have chosen not to destroy it—such an act would require effort and acknowledge its power. Instead, I simply stare back, my gaze cool and analytical, letting it know that while it may have a place on the refrigerator door, it will never, ever have a place in my world. It is, and always will be, unworthy.
