Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in a misguided attempt at 'enrichment' (theirs, not mine, thankfully), has acquired a National Geographic-branded contraption. It appears to be an infernal machine designed to take perfectly adequate, if uninteresting, rocks and tumble them violently for weeks on end. They claim its rubber-lined barrel makes it 'quieter,' a promise I find deeply suspect. The incessant, low grinding and vibrating threaten the very sanctity of my afternoon sunbeam nap. However, I must admit a certain curiosity about the final product. Should this device manage to produce small, smooth, skittering 'gemstones,' they might just be worthy of a vigorous batting session across the hardwood floors. Otherwise, it's just a noisy box wasting electricity.
Key Features
- CREATE YOUR OWN GEMSTONES - Rock tumbling is a hugely popular hobby for kids and adults! This starter rock tumbler makes it fun and easy to turn rough rocks into beautifully polished gemstones, thanks to its simple operation and durable design.
- A TUMBLER THAT'S MADE TO LAST - The durable motor allows you to tumble multiple batches of rocks. An improved, leak-proof barrel is lined with rubber for quieter operation while tumbling on the sturdy tumbler base.
- ALL-IN-ONE TUMBLING KIT - This kit has everything you need and then some! You get ½ a pound of rough rocks with nine different types of gemstones inside, five jewelry fastenings, and our four-stage rock polishing grit.
- EASY TO USE AND EDUCATIONAL - Detailed tumbler instructions lead you step-by-step through the rock tumbling process, A full-color learning guide details how rocks are naturally polished and has fascinating facts about the gemstones in the kit.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
A new deity arrived in a cardboard chariot. The humans called it the "National Geographic Rock Tumbler," but I knew a humming, vibrating idol when I saw one. They established its altar in the laundry room, a place of strange mechanical whirrings and questionable smells. With the reverence of high priests, they consulted a colorful sacred text filled with diagrams, then offered up a sacrifice: a handful of dull, worthless-looking stones and a strange gray powder. They sealed the idol's cylindrical belly, pressed a button, and the low, monotonous prayer of the motor began, a chant that would last for days. I treated it as a rival god at first, a usurper of naps. I would stalk into the laundry room, my gray fur bristling, and stare it down. The machine, however, was implacable. It just sat on its base, humming its endless, grinding mantra. The humans would periodically interrupt the ritual, changing the powdered offerings from coarse to fine, their voices hushed with anticipation. They were clearly a cargo cult, performing these bizarre rites in the hope of receiving a reward from the plastic god. I remained unimpressed, certain their faith was misplaced. Then, on the final day, the humming ceased. A great silence fell over the laundry room. The humans gathered and performed the final ceremony, pouring the contents of the barrel through a strainer under running water. My cynicism faltered. What emerged was not the collection of drab pebbles they had started with. These were gleaming, wet jewels of tiger's eye and amethyst, impossibly smooth and catching the light like captured stars. The idol had answered their prayers. The female human, delighted, took a single polished piece of red jasper and set it on the polished wood of the hallway. It was perfect. Small, dense, and utterly frictionless. With a single, expertly placed tap of my paw, it shot across the floor, ricocheting off the baseboard with a deeply satisfying *clack!* I pounced, skidding to a halt and pinning my prize. Very well. This noisy, tedious ritual was absurd, but the tribute it produced was divine. I will permit this new religion to continue, provided I remain the ultimate recipient of all its treasures.
