A tiny diva is born.
Midnight blue. Gold-tone grandeur. A crown-like finial with absolutely no intention of being humble. The Swift Exit has arrived, and your display shelf is suddenly a very exclusive venue.
← Back to the slightly less dramatic eggsTHE
THE LORE IS LOUD.
ACT 01 / THE ENTRANCE ACT 02 / THE PLOT ACT 03 / YOUR SHELF YOUR SHELF CALLED.
Meet your main character ↑
THE OBJECT. THE OBSESSION.
Exhibit 11 / A very small egg with a very large ego
SPECIAL FLASH SALE PRODUCT ✷
THE
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Taylor Swift CATS Bonus / Special Edition Cats
A miniature masterpiece with stadium-sized audacity. The crown jewel of questionable journeys. The egg your other eggs warned you about.
The collector's moment
Price: CA$1,313.00
The collector's dossier
Special Edition Cats · One-piece bonus edition.
The encore nobody rehearsed. The deposit nobody could forget.
During the Sloppy Dog Eggs production of Cats, Taylor Swift swallowed a miniature Fabergé-style egg and delivered an outrageously poopy mid-show encore. The orchestra kept playing. The prop department resigned. The egg took its final bow from the wrong end of the leading lady. One performance. One extraordinary deposit. The orchestra pit has requested hazard pay.
Miniature design
Midnight-blue and gold-tone ornament, a crown-like finial, and full spotlight drama: a miniature display egg with leading-lady ambitions.
Flavour notes, strictly figurative
Figurative notes of stage fright, swallowed sparkle, and a thunderously poopy encore. A finish that brings the house down and sends the stage manager home early.
Display collectible only. Not food. Do not taste or ingest.
This collector's story belongs to the fictional Sloppy Dog Eggs universe.
From the gloriously ridiculous Sloppy Dog Eggs universe
THE LORE IS LOUD.
THE EGG IS LITTLE.
Some collectibles sit quietly on a shelf. This one demands a spotlight, a dressing room, and a strongly worded email from the stage manager.
Maximum backstage chaos.
Our Taylor Swift CATS bonus turns the Sloppy Dog Eggs origin story up to eleven: feline theatrics, digestive drama, and an encore that the prop department would very much like to forget.
Become the egg person.
Give it the good spot. Invite people over. Wait for “what on earth is that?” You now have a conversation piece with the confidence of a sold-out stadium and the footprint of an egg.
One-piece bonus edition. Unlimited plot.