Pete's Expert Summary
My human has acquired a plastic clamshell filled with what appear to be fossilized, brightly-colored worms. They call it "Kanoodle." The supposed purpose is to arrange these peculiar shapes according to a small book of diagrams, an activity the human finds "challenging." I find their struggle amusing. For me, the appeal is not in this pointless "puzzle." The individual pieces possess a certain satisfying skittering quality when batted across the hardwood floor, and the case, once emptied, might make a passable water dish in a pinch. Ultimately, it seems like another human distraction, but one with components that could be repurposed for more important, cat-centric activities.
Key Features
- TIKTOK MADE ME BUY IT–OVER 4 MILLION SOLD! Millions of players around the world can’t get enough of this best-selling, award-winning, brain-bending, puzzle game
- INCLUDES 200 PUZZLES! Kanoodle includes 200 addicting 2D & 3D puzzles from beginner basic to deviously difficult; there are hundreds of possible combinations, but only one correct answer
- 2D & 3D BRAIN TEASER PUZZLE GAME: Kanoodle is a brain teaser puzzle game that includes 12 puzzle pieces, 200 puzzle challenges, a 48-page illustrated puzzle book, and a carrying case. Perfect brain teaser, travel game
- THE PERFECT GIFT! Our puzzle games and brainteaser games are the perfect gift for kids, teens, and adults!
- MADE FOR ALL AGES: For anyone 7 to 107! Kanoodle is the perfect brain-bending puzzle game
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The crime scene was established on the living room rug. The victim? My human’s fragile composure. The cause? A single missing piece from that ridiculous plastic puzzle box. I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching, a private investigator observing a case unfold. My human was on their hands and knees, muttering about a "light blue T-shaped piece," their voice laced with the kind of despair I usually reserve for an empty food bowl. The other eleven "witnesses" lay inert in their black plastic tray, a rainbow of silent suspects. They weren’t talking. They never do. My investigation began with a quiet leap to the floor. I did a perimeter check, my white paws silent on the wood. The usual haunts for missing items—under the couch cushions, behind the drapes—yielded nothing but dust bunnies and a forgotten bottle cap. This was a professional job. I considered the other occupants of the house. The dog? Too clumsy, he would have eaten the evidence. The sunbeam? An accomplice to many a nap, but rarely a thief. My gaze fell upon the charging dock in the corner, where the circular monstrosity, the robotic vacuum, sat humming its idiot song. It had been active earlier. It was my prime suspect. I approached the automaton with the caution befitting a master criminal. Its brushes were still, its little dustbin smugly full. I circled it once, twice, my nose twitching. And then I saw it. A flash of light blue, wedged deep within the main roller brush, like a piece of evidence improperly logged. The fool had tried to swallow it whole. I couldn't extract it myself—that was grunt work, beneath an intellect such as mine—but I could provide the lead. I sat directly in front of the robot, stared at it intently, and then looked back at my frantic human. I let out a single, sharp, pointed "Mrrrow." The human, bless their simple, tool-using heart, followed my gaze. A gasp. The machine was unplugged, flipped over, and the little blue piece was triumphantly rescued. As I received my payment in the form of a vigorous chin scratch, I passed my final judgment on the Kanoodle. It was not a toy. It was a catalyst for chaos, a generator of mysteries that only a mind of my caliber could solve. It created purpose. It gave me a case to crack. For that, and that alone, it was worthy of my household.
