Cats are walking contradictions even when Schrodinger and his box are nowhere near.
Smudge is sitting in the corner, being a querulous little coeurl and meowing at me. He keeps forgetting that nobody puts baby in a corner.
Not even baby.
Cats are walking contradictions even when Schrodinger and his box are nowhere near.
They've never forgotten that we used to mistake them for gods, and they enjoy reminding us of the fact whenever they get the opportunity.