Pete's Expert Summary
My human presented this box of colorful contraband, a product of the "White Mountain" clan. Inside, they claim, are one thousand fragments of paintings by a famously unstable human named Van Gogh. The purpose seems to be their own bizarre ritual of staring at these bits for hours on a flat surface. For me, the true value lies not in the finished picture, which I will of course sleep on, but in its components. These "thick interlocking pieces" of "premium blue chipboard" sound less like a puzzle and more like a thousand tiny projectiles, each perfectly shaped for batting under the heaviest furniture. The prospect of a new, sprawling 24x30 inch textured bed is appealing, but the real sport will be in the strategic "loss" of its essential components.
Key Features
- VAN GOGH PUZZLE: This amazingly colorful and detailed puzzle features 24 of Van Gogh’s works including Starry Night, Sunflowers, Bedroom at Arles, and self-portraits
- HIGH QUALITY DESIGN: This 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle contains thick interlocking pieces made from recycled premium blue chipboard that give a sturdy feel & easy grip. Made in USA. Finished size 24”x30”
- SPARE TIME: Thicker & larger pieces are easier to grip & put together. Puzzles are a favorite & fun leisure activity for relaxing winter holidays. For kids, puzzles are a unique alternative to toys
- FAMILY ACTIVITY: Puzzle building is a great family activity, allowing children & parents to relax together. With the included box lid stand, it’s easy for everyone to reference the picture
- BEAUTIFUL ART: White Mountain presents puzzles created with photography & artwork. The paintings & photos include detailed images of natural landscapes, people, objects, & other classic designs
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began with a great rattling, a cascade of cardboard thunder as the humans emptied the box onto the dining room table. They saw chaos; I saw a shattered world. A thousand little islands of color, each a piece of a map to a land I did not yet know. They called it a "puzzle," a quaint term for what was clearly a topographical survey of a new territory. My mission, as the resident sovereign and chief explorer, was to chart this "Van Gogh" expanse before they could clumsily reassemble it. I began my reconnaissance, leaping silently onto a nearby chair. My gray tuxedo fur blended perfectly with the evening shadows, rendering me an unseen observer. A splash of brilliant, feverish yellow caught my eye. *Sunflowers*, the box declared. I saw the Field of a Thousand Suns, undoubtedly teeming with imaginary crickets. A patch of swirling, hypnotic blue was clearly the Turbulent Sea of Night. Each piece, they noted, was thick and sturdy. I confirmed this by extending a single, expert claw and hooking a fragment of sky. It had a satisfying heft, a pleasing resistance before it tumbled to the floor and skittered into the dark lands beneath the sideboard. One region of the map now required a search party, as it should be. My lead human, the one who controls the can opener, began assembling the border. A fool's errand. The heart of the territory is what matters. My eyes locked onto a section they were assembling—a simple room with a wooden bed. *The Bedroom at Arles*. It was not a painting; it was a prophecy. A blueprint for a future napping spot of unparalleled comfort. They were not merely connecting pieces; they were building a shrine to my eventual repose. I watched, a low purr vibrating in my chest, as they unwittingly constructed my new summer palace. Hours later, the world was nearly whole. The Turbulent Sea lapped against the Field of a Thousand Suns, and my summer palace stood proudly in the corner. The humans leaned back, admiring their work. This was my moment. With a leap of practiced ease, I landed squarely in the center of their creation. The "sturdy" pieces held my weight without so much as a whisper of protest. I curled into a perfect circle, my white chest a beacon against the deep blues and bright yellows. I had not destroyed their work; I had completed it. This was no mere puzzle. It was a throne, and it was, I must admit, exceptionally well-made.
