Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought home a flat box from a company called "Buffalo Games," which is a ridiculous name for what's inside: a thousand little cardboard rectangles. Apparently, the goal is to stare at them for hours, days even, until they form a large, flat picture of humans in loud pajamas. For me, this is not a game, but an opportunity. The pieces are perfectly sized for batting into the dark abyss under the furniture, and the finished product, should my human ever complete it without my "help," will create an excellent, warm, human-scented napping platform right in the middle of the table. The primary appeal is the box itself, a fine, sturdy vessel for contemplation, but the potential for minor, satisfying acts of chaos is a close second.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ritual began as it always does: with the ceremonial cracking of the box seal. My human, a creature of simple, predictable pleasures, poured the contents onto the dining table. A thousand colorful prophecies spilled out, a chaotic mosaic from "Buffalo Games." I leaped onto a nearby chair to observe. The human unrolled a large scroll—the "poster"—and pinned it to the wall like a sacred text, depicting the fated outcome: a jumble of garishly dressed gods locked in some sort of dramatic staring contest. The human hunched over the table, sifting through the cardboard omens, muttering about "edge pieces." It seemed a tedious form of divination, and I was about to retire to a sunbeam for a more productive afternoon. My human let out a sigh of frustration, a sound that usually precedes the opening of a can of my favorite pâté. This time, however, the can remained shut. A different kind of service was required. I hopped silently onto the table, my paws making no sound as I navigated the sea of unfulfilled futures. My human was searching for a specific shape, a piece of a red cape. I could feel the desperate energy radiating off them. I strolled past a pile of blue and yellow pieces, my tail held high, and with a casual flick of my paw, I slid a single, insignificant-looking red sliver from beneath a larger piece depicting a green giant's fist. It landed directly in my human's line of sight. "Pete! You found it! Oh, you're the best boy!" The praise was adequate, though a bit breathless. The human fitted the piece into the puzzle's edge, a perfect connection. They looked at me with new eyes, as if seeing me for the first time not just as a handsome feline companion, but as a furry, tuxedo-clad oracle. I, of course, had simply been clearing a path for myself, but I would not correct this delightful misconception. I accepted a chin scratch as my due. For the next hour, I "guided" them. A nudge of my nose here, a gentle tap of my paw there. Each time, my random intervention miraculously produced the one piece they sought from the thousand-strong chaos. By the time the sun set, a significant portion of the prophecy had been fulfilled. My human was ecstatic, attributing their success entirely to my mystical abilities. They rewarded me with a generous portion of salmon. I have concluded that this "puzzle" is not a toy for me, but a tool. It is a powerful conduit for focusing my human's attention and translating their frustration into offerings of fish and adoration. The puzzle itself is a bore, a flat, colorful waste of wood pulp. But as an instrument for training my staff? It is a masterpiece of design. I will allow it to remain. For now.
