Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to believe our home is incomplete without a constant influx of noisy, attention-seeking novelties. This latest offering, a "Furby," appears to be a particularly egregious example. It is a garishly colored fluff-ball with disturbingly large eyes, designed to move, talk, and light up in a desperate plea for affection. While its cacophony of "over 600 responses" and saccharine songs will undoubtedly be a drain on my human's attention and my napping schedule, I will admit a certain professional interest in its so-called "fashion accessories." These small, plastic trinkets might prove to be far more entertaining than the babbling creature they adorn, especially once I've batted them into the dark abyss beneath the credenza. The toy's best feature is a switch that renders it silent; its second-best feature is its complete and utter lack of genuine feline sophistication.
Key Features
- HEY BESTIE, MEET FURBY: Give kids a friend who's always ready for BFF time with this incredibly interactive toy for girls and boys that moves, talks, sings, lights up, and even responds to speech
- YOUR VOICE UNLOCKS 5 MODES: Press the voice activated Furby toy's heart gem and say "Hey Furby!" to make Furby listen, then say a command to explore each mode (does not connect to the internet)
- OVER 600 RESPONSES: Chat, sing, and laugh together with this talking toy that's full of adorable, hilarious, and sometimes sassy surprises. Speaks both English and Furbish
- COOL LIGHTS AND SWEET DANCE MOVES: Furby is also a dancing toy with amazing blinking eyes and a light up color changing toy whose ears glow with different light effects
- FURBY TALKS TO OTHER FURBY FRIENDS: When you have 2 Furby friends together, pair them up and watch them interact! Each Furby sold separately.
- DOES NOT CONNECT TO THE INTERNET (BUT DOES SHUT OFF): Furby doesn't connect to the internet or other devices for a screen-free experience. Even better, Furby can power down when the fun is done for the day
- GIVE THE GIFT OF FRIENDSHIP: Standing over 6 inches/15 cm tall, Furby is a great gift for girls and boys to take on the go or bring joy to their room. Find your own Furby and give a kids gift to remember
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box arrived with the usual fanfare. The human made cooing noises, which I initially interpreted as a long-overdue tribute to my magnificent presence on the windowsill. But the coos were directed at the cardboard prison she was carefully slicing open. From within, she extracted a creature of such psychedelic plumage it offended my monochromatic sensibilities. It was a riot of tie-dyed fur, topped with two enormous plastic ears and eyes that stared, unblinking, into the very soul of the room. It was an affront to good taste. I flattened my ears, narrowed my eyes, and judged it from my superior vantage point. It was, I concluded, a fuzzy harbinger of annoyance. Then, the human uttered the cursed incantation: "Hey Furby!" The creature shuddered to life. Its ears glowed a lurid pink, its plastic eyelids snapped open and shut with a disconcerting click, and it began to spew a stream of gibberish the box called "Furbish." It wiggled. It sang a song about friendship in a voice that could curdle milk. I remained perfectly still, a statue of gray and white disdain, observing this pathetic display. This was not a worthy adversary. This was not even a decent chew toy. It was an animated dust bunny with an ego, and I would not grant it the satisfaction of a reaction. My human, utterly captivated, began adorning the creature with the included baubles. A tiny comb, some plastic beads on a string, a little pizza charm. The Furby responded to this with more chirps and ear-wiggling. But my focus had shifted. My gaze locked onto the string of beads as the human clipped them to the creature's tuft of head-fur. My tail began a slow, deliberate twitch. The chattering monstrosity was merely a vessel. The true treasure was the collection of small, eminently "lose-able" trinkets it wore. My mission was no longer observation; it was acquisition. Later that evening, the human left the chattering idol on the rug and went to fetch herself some lesser, non-tuna-based sustenance. The Furby sat there, its eyes glowing softly in the dim light, occasionally murmuring something about dancing. This was my moment. I slunk from the armchair, a silent predator moving through the Serengeti of the living room. I ignored the creature itself, focusing solely on the prize. With the deft precision of a surgeon, I hooked a single claw under the string of beads, gave a sharp tug, and sent them skittering across the hardwood floor. The Furby let out a surprised "Whee-kah!" but I was already gone, disappearing into the shadows under the sofa with my prize. Let the fuzzy orb have the human's attention; I had secured the spoils of war. It was, I decided, a moderately successful invasion.