Sunday 11 September 2022

Schrödinger's cat


So there was this guy...


Who happened to have a cat.


Or so the story goes.


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Okay, so this Schrödinger fellow might or might not have had a cat.  We don't really know for sure, and to be perfectly honest, I'm kinda hopin' he didn't on account of his whole Schrödinger's Cat theory bein' somewhat untoward when it comes to those of us of the feline persuasion.  But that is not really the point of this here blog post I'm writin' today.


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The thing is, it's September, and later this month Peepers is havin' a birthday.  I'm not exactly sure what birthday it is on account of no one bein' able to count that high, but you know, it is what it is, or whatever.


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So anyway...


So anyway, I heard ol' Peepers sayin' the other night that she should get to choose what we all have to watch on television on account of this here month bein' her birthday month and so on and so on and so on.


She gets to choose what we watch all month long?


Of all the stupid, moused-up ideas...


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But then I got to thinkin'.  Even though I, Seville the Cat, have a gotcha day, I don't have an official birthday on account of the peeps not knowin' exactly when I was born.  They weren't there at the time, you see, and although I was there, I was pretty young way back then, and don't quite remember the date on the calendar.  Or for that matter, the month .  Or even the year!


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But let's get back to this Schrödinger fellow and his cat.


You know, the cat he may or may not have had.


If, accordin' to Schrödinger, you were to place me in a box...


I'D SCRATCH BOTH YOUR EYES OUT, FOR SURE.


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Let's start again, shall we?


If, accordin' to Schrödinger, you don't happen to know in what month I was born, but you do know I was born durin' one month on account of my havin' to have been born durin' one of the twelve months of the year...


Well, then accordin' to Schrödinger, himself, you might not know in which month I was born but you also don't know in which months I wasn't born so therefore, ipso facto, I'm pretty sure I told you so, EVERY month must be MY BIRTHDAY MONTH, for sure.


And therefore, since EVERY month is MY BIRTHDAY MONTH, I get to choose what we all watch on TV.


See?  Just like I said: Schrödinger's Cat.


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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

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Remember to mask up, too.


6 comments:

  1. I am a big fan of taking the whole month too. I hope her birthday month is great.

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  2. Now that you put it that way, Sivvers, we quite agree with that Shrodinger fellow. EVERY month is your gotcha day. Hooray!

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  3. "...moused-up..." Hahahaha!
    Cats have it made in the shade on every day of every year, Seville.
    It's not like you can change the TV channels anyhow.

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  4. So my birthday is the 22nd and I think I should be able to pick whatever I want to watch on TV as well as what we eat all the time!! Well I do all the cooking so that second part is a given! As for TV, unless there is football on, I can watch all my silly shows whenever I want. That is what my wife calls all my guilty pleasures. Stella doesn’t care what we watch and neither does The Dog!! As long as Stella gets cuddling she is happy!!

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