Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought home a box from a company called "White Mountain," which, based on the rattling, contains a thousand small, flat pieces of what they call "premium blue chipboard." The goal, apparently, is to painstakingly arrange this colorful shrapnel into a single, flat image of old music posters over a 24-by-30-inch area. While the tedious labor of matching interlocking shapes seems like a colossal waste of energy that could be better spent napping, I must concede two points of interest. First, the sheer number of pieces promises to keep my staff occupied for hours, freeing up the best sunbeams for my exclusive use. Second, the resulting flat surface, once completed, could serve as a novel, if slightly lumpy, lounging platform. A stray piece batted under the sofa might also provide a moment's diversion.
Key Features
- I LOVE MUSIC: From Frank Sinatra and the Rolling Stones to Hank Williams and The Who. Sing through the genres with this concert poster collage designed by Artist Charlie Girard.
- 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 poster, it’s easy for everyone to reference the completed 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
It began with a sound I have come to associate with my human’s most baffling rituals: the dry, rattling cascade of a thousand tiny souls being poured from a box. She spread the colorful mess across the low table in the living room, a chaotic mosaic of what she called "concert posters." I observed from the arm of the velvet chaise, my tail giving a single, dismissive flick. It was an exercise in futility. For days, she hunched over this disaster, muttering about edge pieces and the deceptive similarity of all the blue bits. I, of course, saw it for what it was: a sprawling, disorganized battlefield. One evening, as the sky outside turned the color of a bruised plum, a small skirmish caught my attention. A piece, bearing a fragment of a name—"Sinatra"—lay precariously close to the table's edge. It was an outlier, a soldier separated from its platoon. The human was distracted, staring intently at the reference poster. This was my chance to test the structural integrity of the enemy's equipment. A single, perfectly calibrated tap from my paw sent the Sinatra fragment sailing through the air. It executed a silent, graceful arc before landing without a sound in the deep shag of the rug. A flawless maneuver. I groomed a shoulder, the picture of innocence. Days turned into a week. The battlefield slowly transformed into a recognizable landscape of color and text, but a glaring wound remained. A hole, precisely where Mr. Sinatra's face ought to be. My human was on her hands and knees, patting the floor, sighing with a theatricality I usually reserve for a half-empty food bowl. She had given up. This was the moment I had engineered. I rose, stretched with deliberate slowness, and padded over to the rug. I sniffed the area, then nudged the lost piece with my nose, pushing it into the light. My human gasped, scooping it up as if it were a lost jewel. "Pete! You found it! Oh, you brilliant boy!" The praise was immediate, followed by the rustle of the treat bag—the sound of victory. She placed the final piece, completing her silly project. I leaped onto the table and settled onto the finished puzzle. The surface was firm, the interlocking pieces creating a unique, textured feel beneath my fur. It was, I had to admit, an acceptable lounging surface. The puzzle itself was a pointless human endeavor, but as an instrument for demonstrating my superior intelligence and procuring salmon-flavored rewards, this White Mountain creation was an undeniable masterpiece. It had proven its worth.
