Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in another fit of what I can only assume is a primitive nesting instinct, has procured a rather large, brown fur-covered effigy. From the venerable house of GUND, a name I've heard whispered in tones of respect among the dust bunnies, this "Slumbers Teddy Bear" purports to be a companion for infantile humans. Its primary, and perhaps only, redeeming quality is its advertised softness and substantial 17-inch size, which suggests a certain structural integrity. While its potential as a secondary, more rustic sleeping dais is intriguing, it lacks any dynamic features. It will not wiggle, chirp, or dispense treats, making it a likely candidate for a very plush, very boring obstacle in my path to the food bowl.
Key Features
- SLUMBERS CLASSIC TEDDY BEAR PLUSH: Slumbers is a big ol' papa bear that's as soft as they come This original brown teddy bear design features big paw pads and cuddly fur with tan chest accents. At 17" tall, there's a lot to hug
- SOFT & HUGGABLE: This GUND plush toy is made from soft, huggable materials and features surface-washable construction for easy cleaning. Each Slumbers teddy bear is appropriate for ages 1 and up and ships in a protective poly bag
- GIFT WITH GUND: Our plush dolls, teddy bears, sensory toys and stuffed animals make timeless birthday and baby shower gifts, anniversary gifts, and gifts for every other occasion. GUND collection teddy bears and plush toys are loved by all ages
- QUALITY CUDDLES: Our award-winning bears and kids toys are treasured by animal lovers everywhere, known for their unmatched quality and huggable plush designs. From babies to adults of all ages, GUND toys are made for play, collecting and cuddling
- PREMIER PLUSH: As one of America’s oldest soft toy makers, GUND was among the first companies to produce a teddy bear. For 125 years, GUND has been creating unique teddy bears and stuffed animals recognized worldwide for their quality and innovation
- Includes: 1 GUND Slumbers 17” Teddy Bear Plush, Poly Bag
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
It appeared without fanfare one Tuesday, a silent, fuzzy usurper propped against the cushions of *my* velvet armchair. The Brown One, as I immediately dubbed it, was immense. It stared forward with glassy, vacant eyes, its posture one of unnerving stillness. The human called it "Slumbers" and patted its head, a gesture of affection that was, until that moment, reserved for beings with a pulse and a discerning palate. I observed this grotesque display from my vantage point atop the bookshelf, my tail twitching in profound disapproval. This was not a toy; this was a challenge. A plush, inanimate gauntlet had been thrown. For a full hour, we were locked in a battle of wills. I, a being of supreme grace and motion; it, a lump of synthetic fur and stuffing. It did not flinch. It did not breathe. Its silence was its power, a heavy, dense presence in the room. I decided a reconnaissance mission was in order. I descended from my perch with the liquid grace of smoke and began a slow, deliberate patrol around the armchair's base. The air around the Brown One smelled faintly of plastic and the warehouse it had escaped from. Primitive. My advance was a masterclass in stealth. I leaped onto the chair, landing without a sound inches from its oversized paw pads. I extended a single, perfect claw and tapped its foot. It yielded, but with a dense, satisfying resistance. This was no cheap carnival prize; the GUND reputation held. Emboldened, I initiated the true test. I leaned forward and pressed my face, the very face that graces this fine tuxedo form, into its torso. The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. The plush was… profound. It wasn't merely soft; it was a deep, resonant softness that seemed to absorb all sound, all anxiety, all the petty grievances of a cat's day. I had misjudged the interloper. This was not a rival for affection, nor was it an insipid plaything. This was a tool. A resource. I climbed onto its lap, kneaded its chest with a rumbling purr of victory, and settled in. The Brown One was not a king, but a throne. A gloriously comfortable, wonderfully silent, and perfectly shaped throne for the true ruler of the house. Let the human think it was a gift for them. Slumbers now served a higher purpose. He served me.
