Pete's Expert Summary
My human has presented me with a box full of what appear to be brightly colored plastic cogs and connectors from a brand called "Learning Resources." The very name suggests a dreary, educational purpose, likely intended for the unrefined minds of human kittens. I am meant to believe that these pieces assemble into "twisting, turning creations" that teach something called "STEM." Frankly, the only critical thinking I require is calculating the precise moment to trip my human on the stairs for a breakfast offering. However, the sheer quantity of 235 small, lightweight, eminently battable pieces does hold a certain chaotic appeal. While the final, clunking contraption they build will likely be an insult to aesthetic design, its individual components could prove to be a goldmine for scattering under the heaviest furniture.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box arrived with a dull thud, an unworthy sound that failed to pique my interest as I surveyed my domain from atop the bookcase. My human, with the typical fumbling enthusiasm of her species, tore it open, spilling a garish rainbow of plastic bits onto the living room rug. Gears. Of all the primitive concepts. I’ve seen more sophisticated engineering in the construction of a dust bunny. The smaller humans were summoned, and soon the air was filled with the unpleasant clicking of plastic on plastic as they consulted a booklet and began to assemble some sort of vertical monstrosity. I groomed a perfectly clean patch of my white tuxedo chest, utterly unimpressed. Their creation was a tower of interlocking gears, a chaotic explosion of purple, green, orange, and blue. It was an offense to the carefully curated neutral palette of my home. I was considering a nap in protest when the largest human turned a small crank on the base. A low grinding noise began, and then, the entire structure shuddered into a slow, deliberate motion. A large green gear turned a smaller blue one, which in turn rotated a long axle, causing a chain of purple and orange gears to spin in a mesmerizing, if clumsy, ripple effect. It wasn't the swift, unpredictable dart of a mouse, but it was movement. And movement must be investigated. I descended from my perch with the liquid grace they so clearly lack and approached the machine. My initial patrol was a low crouch, tail twitching as I assessed the predictable patterns. A slow, rotating arm swung past my nose. I let it pass. On its next rotation, I met it with a firm paw-pat. The arm stuttered, the gears below it groaning in protest before resuming their mechanical duty. This was a new kind of prey. It fought back, not with claws or teeth, but with a stubborn, rotational force. A small, unused gear lay near the base—the perfect test subject. I hooked it with a claw and sent it skittering across the hardwoods, a delightful appetizer. The humans made their usual cooing noises, but I ignored them. My focus was on the central column. I saw the linchpin, the primary gear that drove the entire operation. With a surgeon's precision, I wedged my paw into the mechanism, bringing the entire cacophony to a dead halt. The humans gasped. I held it there for a moment, the master of this plastic universe, before releasing my hold and allowing the machine to lurch back to life. The final verdict? The assembled toy is a brutish, slow-witted golem. But its soul—these dozens of small, loose, perfectly chaseable gears—is divine. I have approved its deconstruction. One by one, these little cogs will be liberated and redistributed to my personal collection under the sofa. The learning has begun.
