Kitty Cat: Jigsaw Puzzles Reviews

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There's something sinister about "Kitty Cat: Jigsaw Puzzles", on the surface it's a fairly innocent casual puzzle game with a kitty cat theme. You put the pieces together and get an adorable picture of a meow meow, yay! Right? Wrong, for beneath its clear waters and joyful soundtrack, "Kitty Cat: Jigsaw Puzzles" is a highly disturbing game that immediately spikes my anxiety and at times left me with a feeling of impending doom. I'm not that skirmish as to fear cats or puzzles, and it's not due to the connotations to the "Saw" franchise either. To explain what I mean requires a shift in perception, a distancing away from the details and towards the big picture. Remember those cool optical illusions that became popular starting from the mid-60's up to the noughties? The kind that came in pleasentely scented books or magazines and required you to glaze at the target from a distance, sometimes while covering one eye or moving in a certain way that would then reveal a second image as if by supernatural force? That perfectly encapsulates the issues I have with "Kitty Cat: Jigsaw Puzzles", for when I acquire this bird's eye view perspective, I catch glimpses of an underlying message being conveyed. For a brief moment, all the scattered pieces come together with utmost natural grace and upon the once messy canvas of catty bits I bare witness to a thunderous hymn of unification, not too different from the roars of trumpets that follow the breaking of the seventh seal. It is only during this post-denouement clarity that my mind's allegorical pond achieves balance and I feel my consciousness return to its body from an involuntary vacation to the edges of deep space. The sudden jump reflection causes me to gasp and brightens my eyes as the indistinguishable cacophony of the room comes to a crescendo that lasts not even an instant before its finale. If that confuses you, Imagine 100TB of learning protocols, personality shards and memory cache were just uploaded to your cortical stack in 0.00001 nanoseconds and forced to undergo processing by your overworked brain, a behemoth endeavor that spans brighter distances than the Pillars of Creation condensed to a single tick, a singular turn of a clock hand simular disillusionment. Is this what the ancients meant by Akashic records? Here I contemplate upon the Many-Faced God and observe nothing. Staring back at me, the entity appears most familiar. Who are you, purveyor of mysteries and locked boxes? The One who gambles with our wills from the cracks in the walls, never there and always present. Answer me at once, I cried out. Reveal thyself and grant us the answer to the unasked question. Later that evening, when you're brewing your cup of Tea, you won't remember the cats or the jigsaw pieces, time moved on as it does and left no marker of its arrival. You missed the train you didn't know you were to board. The shelves seem emptier, the surrounding furniture out of an old catalogue from the time bricolage and home improvement retailers were brimming with awe. The air is comfortable and serene, daytime can be seen out the window. "It would be fun to do some puzzles right now" - you think to yourself.