Friday, January 24, 2020


Remember a few weeks ago when I mentioned that I was working on a puzzle? I had this strangely prophetic thought:

I'm a little worried about what will happen when I go to bed and the poltergeists are activated, but maybe they'll leave it alone. Fingers crossed.

Well. I had the audiobook of Leigh Bardugo's Six of Crows and some time when I was supposed to be doing something else, so I got quite a bit of the puzzle done. All of the edges were in place, the boat was pretty much done, and I was starting to work my way inward.

Then one morning I came out and part of the puzzle was rumpled, as if a cat had skidded to a stop on it. I smoothed it out, but I couldn't find one of the edge pieces. I looked on the floor and didn't see it, so I thought it was somewhere on the table where I just wasn't noticing it.


Then a few days later I was in the kitchen and saw this happening:
Semi-feral tortie plays on table with partially-assembled puzzle

Oh, how cute, she's playing with the loose pieces. But then:
Semi-feral tortie actively takes apart the partially assembled puzzle
She's not just checking it out, she's tearing it apart. And then I caught her in the act of walking off with a piece in her mouth:
Naughty semi-feral tortie leaves with a puzzle piece in her mouth. Dammit.
To recap, she's taking the puzzle -- this puzzle that I spent hours trying to put together -- completely apart and stealing the pieces away.

In one way it's the pushme-pullye of puzzles; I put it together and then she takes it apart so I can put it together again. I'm saving all kinds of money here. But my chances of finishing this are not great since I'm not sure what Gin has done with the pieces she's taken. Worse, I caught the big dog with a piece in his mouth yesterday, so it looks like the pet sabotage crew is complete.

The good news is that this is the first time Gin has felt comfortable enough to play while I've been around, so I guess that offsets the fact that she's just a complete jerk.


Route 8 said...

I cheered when I read it’s Gin. I’m glad she’s becoming more comfortable. One day you’ll reach under a bed to retrieve a sock and will pull out a completed puzzle.

Theresa B (of Nebulopathy) said...

I'm far more likely to pull out a sweater knitted from hairballs, but I admire your optimism!