“Is the cat alive or dead? Until we look inside the box, they are in a state of being simultaneously both alive and dead.” Ok fucker, I’m right here and I can still hear you. 

So imagine my perspective: I was minding my own business, taking a wonderful nap on a couch. I had sprawled out, taking up as much space as felinely possible – it was amazing. Then, this weird dude picks me up and shoves me in a cardboard box. Like, ok, sure buddy. That’s fine, I didn’t want to nap anyway.

Then, after carrying me around for a bit, he sets the box down and goes on and on about how I am “simultaneously both alive and dead” until he looks inside the box, or something along those lines. How about I simultaneously both claw and not claw your arms, you won’t know which one it is until you give me some tuna. 

Also, my name is Schäufele, not “Schrodinger’s Cat”