Pete's Expert Summary
My human has brought home what appears to be a very flat, very boring box filled with a thousand tiny, colorful squares. They call it a "Ravensburger puzzle," an activity they seem to believe is a relaxing way to spend their time. From my perspective, it's a monumental waste of perfectly good lap-sitting and petting energy. The appeal, I suppose, is the sheer number of small, lightweight objects that can be individually batted from the table. The "premium quality" and "perfect interlocking fit" suggest these pieces will be sturdy enough to withstand a thorough test of their aerodynamic properties, and the matte finish means they won't cause an unpleasant glint in my eye as I hunt them down under the sofa. While the human is busy creating a picture of a "Reading Room"—a place I already dominate—I will be patiently waiting for the inevitable moment a piece is left unattended. It's not a toy for me, but it is a dispenser of toys.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The ceremony began, as it always does, with a great tearing of plastic and the ceremonial dumping. A cascade of cardboard confetti, smelling faintly of forests and ink, rained down upon the dining table. The Human sorted the pieces with a focused reverence I typically reserve for a freshly opened can of tuna. Edge pieces here, colors there. A fool’s errand. I, of course, was far more interested in the box itself, a superior napping vessel if ever there was one, but my attempts to claim it were gently rebuffed. Fine. If I couldn't have the container, I would assess the contents. I leaped onto the table, a silent, gray wraith amidst the chaos. The Human murmured my name, a soft warning I chose to interpret as a welcome. I paced the perimeter of the puzzle zone, my tail a metronome of judgment. My gaze fell upon a single piece. It was an intriguing shape, mostly a deep burgundy with a sliver of gold—part of a book spine, I deduced. It was isolated from the others, a lone straggler. A test subject. I extended a single, perfect white paw and gave it a gentle tap. It slid beautifully across the table's smooth surface, no snagging, no cheap, papery flutter. This "Ravensburger" brand had some integrity, I'd give them that. The true test, however, was one of gravity. I nudged the burgundy piece closer to the precipice. It teetered. The Human was engrossed, trying to connect a bit of lampshade to a piece of wallpaper. They were oblivious to the high-stakes drama unfolding just inches away. With a final, decisive push, the piece was airborne. It didn't fall; it pirouetted, landing on the hardwood floor with a soft, yet deeply satisfying *click*. The hunt was on. I launched myself from the table, landing with a practiced silence. The piece was now my quarry, hiding in the vast wilderness between the table leg and the wall. I stalked it, flattened myself to the floor, and pounced. It was perfect. Firm enough to hold in my mouth, yet light enough to flick into the air. The Human sighed, having finally noticed the missing piece. "Pete, did you take one?" Their search would be fruitless. I had already spirited my prize away to my lair beneath the armchair. Let them have their placid "Reading Room." I had what I wanted: the first of a thousand trophies. This box was not a puzzle; it was a promise of a thousand tiny, glorious skirmishes. Worthy. Very worthy.
