Pete's Expert Summary
So, my human has presented me with what appears to be a disassembled box lid, which they call a "jigsaw puzzle." This particular specimen, from a brand with the hubristic name "Masterpieces," will apparently form a picture of some sea turtles when my staff reassembles the 300 oversized cardboard chunks. The large size of the pieces is a minor point in their favor; they are substantial enough for a satisfying bat across the floor without posing a choking hazard. While the tedious process of the humans staring at these bits for hours is a colossal waste of my time, the promise of a new, 18-by-24-inch textured napping mat featuring bland-looking reptiles is intriguing enough to warrant passive observation.
Key Features
- Brilliant sea Turtles sparkle under the crashing waves
- 300 extra large puzzle pieces finished 18 inch x 24 inch
- Oversized easy-to-grip pieces make this puzzle quick and simple for all ages
- Thick recycled puzzle board and random cut pieces ensure a tight interlocking fit and create a fun experience
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began with a sound I knew well: the sigh of a cardboard box surrendering its contents. A chaotic jumble of blue and green shapes cascaded onto the low table in the sunbeam—*my* sunbeam. The humans, with their frustratingly single-minded focus, began their ritual of turning every piece face-up. I watched from the arm of the sofa, tail twitching in mild annoyance. This was an invasion. A colorful, oddly-shaped occupation of my prime territory. I saw them sort out the flat-sided pieces, the cornerstones of their foolish enterprise. My initial reconnaissance required a closer look. I leapt silently onto the table, my soft gray paws making no sound amidst the cardboard clutter. The pieces were indeed large, almost comically so. They felt sturdy, with a satisfying heft. I selected one, a piece depicting the vacant eye of a sea turtle, and gave it a test-pat. It skittered beautifully across the polished wood, a perfect hockey puck. I nudged another, this one a sliver of white wave. Less aerodynamic. I was in the process of cataloging their individual flight capabilities when one of the humans gently shooed me away. An outrageous dismissal. I retreated, but not before hooking the turtle-eye piece with a claw and flicking it under the sofa for later. A toll must be paid for this intrusion. Over the next day, the structure took shape. The humans, bless their simple hearts, worked diligently, connecting the "random cut pieces" with soft clicks that grated on my nerves. A blue and green rectangle slowly conquered the table, the "tight interlocking fit" creating a surprisingly stable platform. The turtles emerged, their placid, painted faces staring up at the ceiling. They looked smug. I could not abide smug reptiles in my sunbeam. Finally, they placed the last piece. A triumphant, "Aha!" echoed in the room. They admired their handiwork for a moment before leaving to fetch their celebratory beverages. This was my chance. I leapt back onto the table, this time landing squarely in the center of the finished tableau. It held my weight perfectly. The textured surface of the joined pieces was a novel sensation beneath my paws, a gentle, bumpy massage. I circled once, twice, before settling into a curled loaf directly on top of the largest turtle, obscuring its sparkling form with my superior, tuxedo-clad self. The puzzle wasn't the toy. I was. And this new, temporary throne? It was acceptable. Barely.
