Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired a small, gray, despondent-looking donkey. They call it "Eeyore." It is apparently a "comforting pal" for the small, loud type of human, which is of no concern to me. However, its purported "ultra soft" texture and 9-inch stature present a certain potential. While its primary function as a drool-receptacle for infants is utterly tedious, its size is adequate for a light wrestling match, and its machine-washable nature means the humans can easily remove any evidence of my victorious saliva. It might serve as a decent pillow, but I suspect its motionless, silent existence will ultimately fail to hold my interest for long.
Key Features
- Eeyore Stuffed Plush: Kids Preferred presents this super soft, cute, charmingly detailed stuffed animal. Babies, toddlers, and kids love this classic and collectible comfy friend
- Caring Friend: This plush toy is a comforting pal and perfect for get well wishes, birthdays and more! It is a huggable travel friend for kids on road trips & airplanes, or a cute bedroom decoration
- Modern Classic Toy: Disney's Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore is instantly recognizable bringing sweet memories from your own childhood as it brings joy to your children today
- Collectible Fun: Plush animals are fun to collect and trade and make great keepsakes for children, teens & adults. Favorite stuffed toys are soothing for toddlers & make carefree pets
- Details: Based on the classic tales of "Winnie the Pooh" by AA Milne, Eeyore stands 9" and is ultra soft as well as machine washable. “My sweetest adventures always include you” ribbon detail
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The indignity was almost too much to bear. There, in the very center of my favorite sunbeam, sat a lumpy, gray intruder. My human had placed it there with a cooing sound usually reserved for me, then departed. At first glance, I assumed it was a crude effigy of a lesser cat, one with impossibly long ears and a profound aura of melancholy. Its fur, a passable shade of gray, was clearly an attempt to imitate my own distinguished coat. I narrowed my eyes. An impostor in my kingdom, and a poorly made one at that. I began the ritualistic circling, my tail twitching like a metronome of doom. The thing did not react. It simply sat, slumped over, its stitched eyes conveying a bottomless pit of ennui. I sniffed it. Nothing. No scent of field mouse, no hint of a rival tomcat, just the sterile emptiness of a factory. I extended a single, perfect claw and poked its flank. It yielded with a pathetic softness. A true creature of substance would have recoiled or hissed. This was an inanimate fraud, and its presence in my sunbeam was an act of war. With a silent leap, I was upon it. I brought my full weight down, intending to flatten the usurper and reclaim my territory. But instead of a satisfying thud, there was only a soft *whoosh* of air as I sank into its plush body. I was momentarily disoriented. I latched on with all four paws and initiated the Finishing Kick, a rapid-fire pummeling with my powerful back legs. The donkey absorbed every blow without complaint. Its little button-tacked tail flopped uselessly. Its ridiculous ribbon, proclaiming some nonsense about "sweetest adventures," tickled my nose. The battle was entirely one-sided. Exhausted from the onslaught, I relented. I lay there, panting, draped over my defeated foe. It was... surprisingly comfortable. The "ultra soft" material was, I grudgingly admitted, of a rather high quality. The sunbeam warmed its back, which in turn warmed my belly. The silent, gloomy donkey hadn't fought back, but it had won a different kind of victory. It wasn't a rival. It was a throne. A plush, warm, perfectly shaped throne for the true ruler of this house. Very well, Eeyore. You may stay. Your service as my royal ottoman has officially begun.
